Glass, a material of wonder,
A symbol of delicacy and might,
Transparent, translucent or opaque,
It has many shades of light.
With just a touch of a finger,
A crack can shatter its grace,
Yet it endures the test of time,
As it mirrors our fleeting face.
A window to the world outside,
Through which we glimpse a view,
A prism that splits the light apart,
In colors that are bright and true.
From a delicate crystal goblet,
To a towering skyscraper tall,
Glass is an art that we admire,
And its beauty enthralls us all.
It holds the memories of our past,
As it mirrors our present sight,
Reflecting the essence of our soul,
In its shimmering, transparent light.
So let us treasure this fragile art,
This masterwork of transparency,
For glass reveals the truth within,
And reflects the beauty of our humanity.
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