Parts of my ‘Question poem’
What are fragile? The snow-white petals of a blossom tree, the snowflakes dancing on the breeze, teasing you with every step, and the fluttering, soft wings of a resting butterfly.
What are quiet? The whispers of gossip behind your back, an insect dancing on the rippling water, and the silent stare of a cat, ready to pounce on its prey.
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