vrijdag 2 maart 2012

Porcelain

a pale white skin
so delicate and fragile
afraid to be touched
unless you know her for a while

hidden in a corner
between dust and dawn
when the sun rises
she is the first to yawn

sunlight reflects the eyes
reflects the mind
so she can tell you
what is on the inside

"priceless", says her tag
at the back of her heart
but if you hurt her feelings
she will fall apart

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