" Glass "
Glass, what a marvelous substance.
Clear, transparent, to see all within in it and on it.
To see around it, under it and through it.
But add some frost, some cloud, some colour.
And visions are unclear, understandably blurred.
Strong, tough, reflective.
It is able to withstand heat, cold and pressure.
Being pounded and hit.
But if it gets the slightest tap may shatter it.
Broken into a million shards and pieces.
Variety, many there are.
All shapes, all sizes, colours, styles and uses.
Yet from the same beginnings and origins.
Glass, what a marvelous substance.
By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier
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