...a bird sinking down
through the wind
unmindful of the
cloud, to cushion a fall,
past the snow-capped mountains
passing the time that
seemingly freezes
...and the tree
was just a speck
from miles above,
is now a giant
to a bird that descends
from the heavens
The gods might as well
have clipped its wings,
unfitting of tendered-grace;
utterly unyielding.
unto the bottomless
depth of the earth, has
no sounding of horns,
a winged-god deprived of love
...has fallen.
1 comment:
i love the 3 periods, unique style of starting a poem.
:)
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