As delicate as the last single breath. That escapes from it's quiet captures.

As delicate as a single whisper. That is said to no one.

As delicate as a single frown. That is hidden behind the smile.

As delicate as a single thought. That is left unsaid.

As delicate as a heart. That is covered in a shadow.

As delicate as a tear. That is brushed aside.

As delicate as a touch. That is to gentle to feel.

As delicate as a breeze. That is to swift to grasp.

As delicate as a rain drop. That is to small to catch.

As delicate as a Paper Rose. That is too frail to be held.

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