Love from divinity an abstract form.
Unto the drawing worm.
The dirt it eats below our feet.
Indifference when they squirm.
Yet the golden wings are prayed upon.
With evening in a hazy dawn.
With a whispered strength to learn.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
You have a most interesting way of pairing opposite dualities in each line. Nice
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