Flightless now,
I shed these opal tears,
For my wings have flown away
Without me.
Their absence leaves me torn,
Bereft,
The cold air daggers against my back,
A scythe against my soul.
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PoetryI am a stargazer, Tracing constellations Through galaxies of free floating thought, Distilling the contents of my scattered mind Into clearer images, And painting them across the insides Of my night-dark eyelids. ~~~~~~~~~~ HIGHEST RANK: #118 (6/20...
