A Corruption Of Wings

TashInTheClouds
Nov 6 · 1 min read
Photo by Gaston Roulstone on Unsplash

What if my wings of thought
were the wings of God,
shadow-less, guiltless
behind me?

I would skim across
the skin of the world,
hope feathered in the wind.

My life, for all lives
so that every day has a meaning.

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TashInTheClouds

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A poet that enjoys the 'eureka' moments in writing, as well as the settings that inspire them - urban jungles and other wilderness alike.

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The chiaroscuro and sfumato of life. Poetry with mature themes, including sex and abuse.

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