Thoughts of DescentA Poem by kellyshort poem/prose that I would like to expand in time...Flying high one seldom thinks of plummeting headfirst to the ground. Yet when the sweet kiss of sun melts wings fashioned from wax and feathers The inevitability of fate overtakes even the strongest of hearts. © 2010 kelly |
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Added on December 7, 2010 Last Updated on December 7, 2010 |

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