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As I was a child, Unlike the normal mass. I wanted to be the nightingale The best in class. A habit I planted, In the Garden of Eden. Watered by the grief of my past, As it grew taller, the fruit sweetened. I had sinned, Profited from competition’s demise. Stole his talent, Grew in age but not that wise. What enables, divine What disables, human. Got out of luck and empathy, In apathy, like an ungrateful yeoman. Couldn't wash the mirror, Need to wash my face. Blinded by my addiction of fame, Embryonic, falling from the summit in rage. Now I am a pavement artist, Pride and sin hath a fall. Living with and like stray, Failing my life as the nature called.
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
#birdsong 1 [what i wrote for my school]
As I was a child, Unlike the normal mass. I wanted to be the nightingale The best in class. A habit I planted, In the Garden of Eden. Watered by the grief of my past, As it grew taller, the fruit sweetened. I had sinned, Profited from competition’s demise. Stole his talent, Grew in age but not that wise. What enables, divine What disables, human. Got out of luck and empathy, In apathy, like an ungrateful yeoman. Couldn't wash the mirror, Need to wash my face. Blinded by my addiction of fame, Embryonic, falling from the summit in rage. Now I am a pavement artist, Pride and sin hath a fall. Living with and like stray, Failing my life as the nature called.
#random#flashpoetry#birdsong
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
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