Eon
Time is but an abstract breath
Lingering upon the winds of life
In shock I gasp, and face my death
Eon
Time is but an abstract breath
Lingering upon the winds of life
In shock I gasp, and face my death
Birds make great sky circles of their freedom
How do they do it?
They fall
And in falling, they’re given wings
WOW - that one took my breath away - very well done
I will never cower before any Master
Nor bend to any threat
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Amazing!!.....beautiful.......and so concise!.....thank you i love this one
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