Cling to these hopes,
for if our wings
are caught in the storm's eye,
our feathers,
like glass,
will shatter from
the raindrops
the clouds cry.
Cling to these hopes,
for if they lie,
we'll fall into a dark abyss
at the back
of our minds.
The storm
will rage on
and devour the sky.
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The Ebb & Flow of Virtue
Poetry~ There is good and bad constantly warring with each other inside you, a small voice resounds in my conscience just as my vision dips underneath the salty water, it is similar to how the land fights with the sea, the sky with gravity, the light...
