Glasses

Vani Desabhotla

United States

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January 27, 2016

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A cold, steel instrument, which greets my heart warmly.
A shy instrument, meek in its ways.
It creeps in discreetly, softly and quietly.
Without anyone's knowledge, never once asking for praise.

A shy instrument, meek in its ways
but when played by many, never ceases to surprise.
Without anyone's knowledge, never once asking for praise.
It can create anticipation, terror or mimic the sunrise.

But when played by many, never ceases to surprise.
A weak thing it may seem, and not at all bright.
It can create anticipation, terror or mimic the sunrise.
One day, they shall inherit the earth, as was their birthright.

A weak thing it may seem, and not at all bright.
It creeps in discreetly, softly and quietly.
One day, they shall inherit the earth, as was their birthright.
A cold steel instrument, which greets my heart warmly.

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