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[nym_archon]

Blackened flame showers upon fallen dreams,
Hollow tears wither upon forgotten hopes.

As dawn fades to dusk, so enevitably hope turns to pain.
Jagged memories rip and tear at the soul,
leaving naught but broken songs.

In pools of darkened sorrows a golden feather lies.
A haunting echo of faded joy.

Another wound to torture and scar.

Comments

[flutterby69]

in the grasp of the angel's wings she is love and joy.
someone once told me something that i think you need to hear
"remember to fly"

"...and how far can you fly with broken wings?"

[nym_archon]

"...borrow cupids wings,
And soar with them above a common bound(?)

I am too sore enpierced with his shaft
To soar with his light feathers, and so bound
I cannot bound a pitch above a dull woe.
Under love's heavy burden do I sink."

Re: "...and how far can you fly with broken wings?"

[flutterby69]

"And, to sink in it, should you burden love; Too great oppression for a tender thing"
you can learn to fly with broken wings

[nym_archon]

I think I've fallen too many times to care to try and fly any longer.