sonnets no longer needed,
era of legend-love
ended before our birth
month cracked its first
egg yolk sun, surely
some lovers of
eagle know never
ever should wings
yearn for the sun
overly close or turn to
ugly ashes no poet will mourn about.
—
I write because I read. I read because I write.
sonnets no longer needed,
era of legend-love
ended before our birth
month cracked its first
egg yolk sun, surely
some lovers of
eagle know never
ever should wings
yearn for the sun
overly close or turn to
ugly ashes no poet will mourn about.
—
Oooh I love this!
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thanks a lot, Worms!
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This is beautiful!
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thank you, Vignesh!
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Nicely done!
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thank you, Kate!
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very clever, love and birds all in one!
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hehe. yes. indeed. thank you, dear Kate!
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pleasure Rosema!
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ICU C ME?
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Perfectly, Beverly!! 😀
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I love this! ❤ ❤
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grateful you do!
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Fantastic!
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thank you!
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You are welcome.
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Love the ending making me think of Icarus and hubris… words may give us wings, but we have to know how to land.
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exactly the image i have in mind, Bjorn. thank you for reading this with such keen eyes.
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Beautiful, areadingwriter. I love the image of an egg yolk sun 🙂
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oh that’s a favorite, too. thank you, Sunra!
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What a metaphor and a beautiful hidden message in your poem. I love this.
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thank you so much for seeing it, Grace. 😉
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You had me with the first stanza!
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thank you, Lillian!
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Oh my heart this is absolutely exquisite! I love; “surely some lovers of eagle know never ever should wings yearn for the sun overly close.”💝💝
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awww. thank you, Sanaa!
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