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The Fallen
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The Fallen |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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The Fallen I watch the angels fly on by, Looking to heaven with a sigh... And wonder, if I could reach one, Would make shift wings melt in the sun? ...Or with a lie spun overhead, Will they just keep my dreams well fed? ...Or with a sad and lonely call Will, one by one, each and all fall? I live to love, but hate to live With nothing at all left to give. For love's the gate to misery, And once through , you're never set free. And so they live, and so they die Marked demons, falling through the sky. Unseen by naked, mortal eye Until they land with estranged cry... Reach out, only to feel it burn. Emptiness reaching all in turn, Till they but shut their eyes to dream Of life before they learned to scream. And I can't warn them, silenced here With Passions I've watched disappear. Yet still I hope... Yes still I long One day, again, to share my song. Michael Anderson |
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Gale Senior Member
since 2013-06-10
Posts 578Russia |
An interesting and thoughtful poem, Michael! But, I think, this: "For love's the gate to misery, And once through , you're never set free." is not true ) Love is real freedom, it makes people fearless, it warms their hearts. All misery is from doubts, to be honest, isn't it? |
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KentAshbyKorb Member
since 2013-05-05
Posts 99Nc USA |
Cheers Michael! Another excellent write my man! You've a fantastic cadence, rythme and fine taste for verse as well as a deeply insightful perspective! I truly enjoy your poetry! |
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