Little Secrets

Atomic Structures

I lay my hand on the wooden window-pane,
It’s surface trying to contain,
The atoms stuck in lattice.

By holding on to something,
The world keeps me trusting,
That these atoms will remain.

But I now that matter doesn’t matter,
That my dreams it will shatter,
It’s promises of energy transforming.

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