Even in dreams
There is death
When wakefulness comes
Even in dreams
There is death
When wakefulness comes
I love it, it is quite simply beautiful, there are no other words that can do such a piece justice.
I am sorry, but at the risk of being boring I have to thank you again so much Thrall for sharing this with us, I read this piece often, and it beauty and awe never escapes me.
Birds make great sky circles of their freedom
How do they do it?
They fall
And in falling, they’re given wings
mmmmm *hugs thrall* i make no excuses for commenting on this wonderful piece again, it is my inspiration to write, i love it and read it often, and still enjoy it now as much, if not more than i have ever done, a truly wonderful poem my love *hugs and much love* xx
Birds make great sky circles of their freedom
How do they do it?
They fall
And in falling, they’re given wings
Lovely, deep, memorable. One to add to the mental lexicon of life. Thank you.
your welcome
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