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We seek truth, freedom with only hope to peacefully coexist, yet with blind(ed) trust. |
Yearning wings, a fragile bird in flight, Amid giants, seeking solace in the light. Windows of perception, opaque and cold, Yet, beneath fragile feathers, a story unfolds. Winging my way through the world today, I saw the sky in your eye. But, there was no passage through. Blunt force knocked something like sense Into my head. You’re an illusion I want to fly through, Lying now in red mulch. You appear, near this Motionless creature that reflects below its deflector. Stunned spirit, my chest heaves. No further resistance I feel. Yet, I still fear The face from above. You believe this as sign — Me, an act of willing trust To bond with your nature. To the owner of thick glass Mirroring clouds, hopeful sunrises, Another world burns, Hidden in a surviving, stained soul. Where you kneel, A miracle heals, rises With renewed strength, lifts to its heaven — A blue escape We could view together. Peaceful coexistence divides In the mind Of the keeper Of our retaining wall. 32 lines Free Verse Blind trust or ignorance flew into your window? We could have been one, if your glass were opened up. Or, 34? Description line took longer to craft.
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