We are the winged ones, and we are dying.
They are earthbound and they know naught but envy.
We met in the sunlight.
We parted in blood.
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The ideas of the poets are the forgotten adventures of God -Elias Canetti
3 comments:
I like this one. It's simple, solemn, but very well written.
And can we PLEASE not turn that comment into a debate, like we did with "Void"?
I experiment with writing here, and it's always nice to hear someone likes an attempt.
Good. :)
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