It doesnt take much to break..
A word , touch or a simple shake..
Lightly put at the wrong place ..
Does the mind it displace..
A crack , a tear..
a whimper of fear..
a sound ..
a persona wound..
gives away to unfair wind..
questions that bind...
on the precipice of thought..
of threads sold and bought..
who thinks of wat happens..
when the mind stiffens...
A crash a bang ...
wasnt always what rang..
Love can die a silent death..
without a funeral ,without a wreath
A ceremony isnt all that one needs..
a scratch is all that bleeds...
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