Upon crooked wings she rose,
To see the fires below,
Shining brightly in the fields,
And in the face of a stubborn sky,
They burned penitence across her back.....
In Vain --- just something im working on, wanted to share.
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31 January 2016 - 7:28am
28 March 2018 - 10:04am
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Angel Falling?
We are caught between earth and sky and if it is too hot we rise and try to escape, but there are scars to the mind, sometimes the body is the broken wing, the scars where the wings were ripped out. Up is postive, security,but there are no guarantees that dwelling there will last. Gravity and all. Down is dangers or simply mundanity. And we exist between. - slc
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