The case unclasped, the cells withdrawn.
The pulse of seconds ceased.
In that moment, the sky opened up, giving me wings.
The air grew thin as I descended.
The soil recoiled as I was lowered;
The ground forever scarred.
And all that remained were memories,
perfectly preserved.
-KLJ
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Author:
KLJ (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
The imagery in this poem is wonderful and it seemed surreal. The meaning too was wonderful as I thought of that is all that we are left with. A lovely piece and a fave
Thank you ❤️
You are most welcome
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