all that glitter…

mistaken for something
deceiving
caught on empty stanza
that looked like sparkling gem
from afar
forced to accept
’twas just
a stone

maybe one day
we would learn to scrutinize
glitter found on our path
not all is worth
breaking our hearts

~~~

written for #AprilFalls, “pyrite and promises”.

© annie scribes 2017
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