Trust, like a crystal, starts pure and fragile
Then it grows, absorbing impurities
Which either make it stronger and agile,
Or hide a weakness that later will ruin it.
Like different crystals, in different people
Trust is brittle or tough, sparkling or dull.
But no matter how strong,
Once cracked, its undone.
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Hey Max!
ReplyDeleteThanks for writing in English this time- I enjoy your poetry.
I hope you're enjoying summertime- it's been cold here for a very long time.
But now all of us are really into winter sports and we enjoy skiing and ice skating as often as we can. At least that's Colin's excuse every Saturday morning when he's trying to get out of housework!