the light behind you
cannot overpower
to the point where i
wouldn't recognize
the scene
camphor almost covers
your smell
but the light from behind
reminds me
that you once flew
on wings, exquisite
too beautifully evolved
into the spin of a future
that could never
transcend your present
into the sad weight
of flight folded-in
tucked away tightly
the drag and fall
curling your edges
a hanging blur
in wind tunnel stillness
and into the spin
that the sweet
crush of earth
leans in
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tragedy of existence(mid night poetry part 2)
Poetrytragedy of existence : its' the 2nd part of mid night poetry !! there is nothing much it but life is more than we see!and less happy than it seems to be!!! please vote comment and follow and i...
