Notice of absence from arqios
Be kind….
…. words don’t rewind
Be kind….
…. words don’t rewind
Much like Icarus, off they go;
until condensation metes them
reality’s condescension:
Whose goals and objectives
are minute in life’s greater scheme;
wings fashioned from floss harps-
Yet they soar each firmament;
nary a doubt would sway resolve;
no tempest or tumult could dissuade.
If you chance upon a cloudless day
catch their echo of jubilant cries
and contemplate your turn to fly.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Dreams and goals, no matter how large or small, what would we be without them? So well written!
Thanks, Bella. that is too inspiring.
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