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Touch ( cinquian)
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stuff written for poetry class Wooden
Thin to the touch,
Rough, like life’s long pathway,
A will so easily broken,
It ends.
A sharp
Multi-edged,
Asymmetrical ball,
Sitting there in a crumpled heap,
Alone.
A hard,
Deep rivulet,
Like a canyon between
Two vast mountains on either side
Of you.
So soft,
Like angel dust,
Falling from the heavens,
Floating to earth like a silver
Feather
Thin and
Fine, similar
To the entrancing web
Of the deadly mystique of a
Woman
