Flapping my wings through a clouded sky,
I blink twice and over again,
Trying to break the ice of silence,
with words so rot and chained.
I throw the stones at water,
The ripples emerge and sweep an era,
the rhythm of life and death,
that music of silence in an opera.
A million things so hover in my mind,
I can quieten some but all,
The ants they work so hard,
but it's the giraffe that stays so tall.
There are angels and demons,
wearing wings and devil masks,
of hearts and broken promises,
scars go, but pain just lasts.
There is victory then there's fear,
of jumping and falling apart,
a fear of losing things at the end,
though we never made a start.
It's so unknown this thought,
But still it crumples my paper,
And as I pen this down, and toss it up.
it lands in eternity.
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