Priceless PieceA Poem by MoonTig3ri reach.I see this priceless prettiest
glass piece sitting up in the highest window pane, I try to reach for but my finger barely glaze
passed it. The shopkeeper see's what I’m
trying to do he quickly rushes over to grab me and drag me away from the glass
piece. Why doesn't anyone want me to have it? I snatch away running back up to the glass
piece. I jump for it This time reaching it. but it slips through my fingers. it crashes to the floor in a
thousand pieces. It’s still unattainable for me to reach. © 2011 MoonTig3r |
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