poem
weak winged fledgling
afraid of living
stepped into the
white light's
event horizon
hoping the impact would
reveal
secrets, truths...
only left with crushed
bones and blood
and a searching, aching
heart
mind filled
warped thinking
weak winged fledgling
couldn't fly
yet.
Lucya kotelewec lebid
14 oct 2014
afraid of living
stepped into the
white light's
event horizon
hoping the impact would
reveal
secrets, truths...
only left with crushed
bones and blood
and a searching, aching
heart
mind filled
warped thinking
weak winged fledgling
couldn't fly
yet.
Lucya kotelewec lebid
14 oct 2014
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