The Glass Universe
Inside this glass
a world turns slow,
with golden sparks
and drifting stars.
A tiny moon
floats near a sun,
a steady glow
that never fades.
The sphere holds dreams
and quiet hopes,
soft shifting thoughts
that circle light.
I watch it spin
within the glass,
a fragile world
in gentle hands.
Its glitter falls
like scattered time,
like lost pieces
found again.
It hums with life
with distant breath,
with songs that drift
from far away.
I lean in close
to catch its shine
to feel it stir
inside my chest.
A universe
held deep within,
a glowing orb
that reads my heart.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (1)
The world is one precious world physically, mentally and emotionally. Good job.