by Natalie Storti
Pure white gift from above
Makes its own place where it lands
Set on a journey guided by One
So fall softly
Too delicate for the world’s touch
More beautiful undisturbed
Broken porcelain in the wrong hands
So fall softly
When silent, even more welcomed
Though your presence incapable of being ignored
Unable to comprehend love felt for you
So fall softly
Your destination as questionable as your source
Perhaps a gift from Aphrodite
Meant to be loved and bring joy
So fall softly
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