Oct 2016
Plummeting down
Engulfed by flame
Pure white
Delicate and abundant
Now charred black
Brittle and sparse
Cradled in arms of patience
A treasure hidden from sight
Love stained tears multiply
He crumbles to the ground
Feathers of the fallen
Are carried in the breeze*
l.v.s
Engulfed by flame
Pure white
Delicate and abundant
Now charred black
Brittle and sparse
Cradled in arms of patience
A treasure hidden from sight
Love stained tears multiply
He crumbles to the ground
Feathers of the fallen
Are carried in the breeze*
l.v.s
This poem was inspired by my cover photo (to the left on my page), I saw it and had an urge to write.
When I read this quote by my favourite poet I let out a little squeal of excitement because it matched my poem so well: "What is the point in flying, if I cannot fly with you? Cut off these wings and carry them with you, I only need them when you are here." - Tyler Knott Gregson
When I read this quote by my favourite poet I let out a little squeal of excitement because it matched my poem so well: "What is the point in flying, if I cannot fly with you? Cut off these wings and carry them with you, I only need them when you are here." - Tyler Knott Gregson
