Fragile
you are so fragile
as a blue bird's egg inside my hands
my sigh is a pressure
the slightest of which the shell cracks
it doesn't matter
nature chooses those which are fit to survive
perhaps
an ostrich 's egg will do
to show me what life is
the hardness of this.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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