Not So Fragile
Poetry
You see fragility, but these wings are strong. When your hands clasp my slight body and my heart pounds in your palms, I am not about to shatter into a thousand pieces.
You see fragility in the flower growing in the crack. Its light petals are soft and with a bold slender stem it reaches for the sky even though your blind feet threaten to squash it.
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