Frail Prose in Cysian | World Anvil
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Frail

Taken by a whispered wind,
Softly blown and taken away,
Broken down from beginning to end,
Hardly able to stay.

  Thin like a rail,
Weak like a leaf,
Wind lifting as a sail,
Of little belief.

  Frail may it be,
There always is more,
Look further to what you ought to see,
Not a peep, but a roar.

  From frail, they will grow,
A strength that no one can slow.

Cover image: Cysian by Jacob Billings

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