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Wrapped in gentle warm caress
In a bunch of tissues
Lay a blob of sparkle
A fragile paper weight

The first sight is intriguing.
An outer cover thick enough to protect,
The gentle detailing
True beauty lies inside
Only for someone who looks deep enough

Delicate colors of awe
Each streak of color representing
A deep etched mark of something unknown
The beholder alone can give it meaning
On its own it’s just streaks

Embedded in thick cover of glass
Thick yet vulnerable
The beauty once or twice beheld loses its novelty
Then does it not become a drag
With same sight over and again


Until some day
When a stroke of light
At an unknown angle does bring new insight
From the first sighting

Up until new discovery
The paper weight remains the same
A cycle of same antics or misfortunes
Just like any other
Manufactured in the same lot

Pondering on papers
Holding on to it like dear life
Protecting it at a superficial level
Eventually

A gentle move of hand can cause it to be moved
And what the paper weight held precious
No longer its own
Or before long
A careless hand will come along
And cause it to tumble

Many a day the paper weight has experienced this
A rock a roll
A tumble a spin
This day it anticipates the same
But, fate takes a different turn

Yes, a rock then a roll
A tumble then a spin
Then something new did happen
Would it be a whole new experience?
It sure is!

Hundreds of tiny sliver,
The shattering of glass
Brought new insight
The streaks of color almost did drain
But be it whole or shattered
Beauty is still in the eye of the beholder