FRAGILE
Hold this chalice gently oh Saqi of brilliant blue beyonds,
Fragile and brittle is my soul having braved space storms.
Tender and prone to being torn like new born fronds,
Yet resilient for you put your love in all of my forms.
Chisel me deftly so chips won’t splinter into your eyes,
Stones and rocks are unfeeling or so they pretend,
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