The stars that fell ,
from dizzy heights,
tallest of tall,
found themselves there thanks to
giants who had blasted rock, to create that highway.
Those riding on the
hem of their cloak,
earned not by their own merits,
judge those desperately holding unto
true nobility.
On that day
fake luminaires get
swooshed away,
it's impossible to reach that vault
without salt,
you cannot cry or whine ' not my fault'
you had access to Heaven
Sophia spoke enough is enough
you blamed on the weather.
Feb 19, 2022
Feb 19, 2022 at 2:24 AM UTC
The stars that fell ,
from dizzy heights,
tallest of tall,
found themselves there thanks to
giants who had blasted rock, to create that highway.
Those riding on the
hem of their cloak,
earned not by their own merits,
judge those desperately holding unto
true nobility.
On that day
fake luminaires get
swooshed away,
it's impossible to reach that vault
without salt,
you cannot cry or whine ' not my fault'
you had access to Heaven
Sophia spoke enough is enough
you blamed on the weather.
what do you see in the eye of the other
who looks out through your eyes?
whose heart is in your heart?
what do you see in the heart of the other?
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