Two poets. Much in common. Much that's different.
One writes. The other replies or ignores and writes something completely different.
And so it goes until it stops.
Dream of flight (TH)
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Dream of flight & why we are all falling like Icarus with melting wax wings not heeding the warning in our father’s words.
Everyone's going down all our bones will crumble to dust, all Earthly and Heavenly structures will decay, the brick walls we hit they too will fall apart It's a safe assumption that change, ever-present means death as well as birth and growth When we are no longer unwilling to accept change we attain wisdom.
We undo ourselves for a bargain & never mind the money we save as it falls through holey pockets, leaving a golden path of debt behind for tiny children to admire & maybe get something cheap yet so special from one of those machines with the game where everyone’s a winner all the time. Some take the joy one can get with little while others grow to become old, not able to find the strength for a smile as their greed for shiny coins chokes them like the once curious child they used to be.
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