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How do you fall with grace? Is not falling but a dismal disgrace? When you fall, You don’t sing in solemn muse, No it’s a vocal chord strained, An out of tune guitar, Played by a child, And that’s only the start. The world rises, It expands It grows As you keep sinking deeper, Quick sand beneath your feat, Fighting to free yourself, Soon to find yourself consumed. The consumed rise, What once shone light, Is in eclipse, Blocking out its radiant rays, Displacing the golden touch, The gentle finger of transparency, Beautiful, The trees but smiling in animated, Solace, Did the light one touch, Wither away now it does, The flowers sulk, Fall into a melancholy only know to man, That beauty that once fulfilled them, Drains into winters shores.
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May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 5:56 AM UTC
Falling without knowing where
How do you fall with grace? Is not falling but a dismal disgrace? When you fall, You don’t sing in solemn muse, No it’s a vocal chord strained, An out of tune guitar, Played by a child, And that’s only the start. The world rises, It expands It grows As you keep sinking deeper, Quick sand beneath your feat, Fighting to free yourself, Soon to find yourself consumed. The consumed rise, What once shone light, Is in eclipse, Blocking out its radiant rays, Displacing the golden touch, The gentle finger of transparency, Beautiful, The trees but smiling in animated, Solace, Did the light one touch, Wither away now it does, The flowers sulk, Fall into a melancholy only know to man, That beauty that once fulfilled them, Drains into winters shores.
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Manichope123
20/M/England Nottingham
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 5:56 AM UTC
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