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By Untamed Bird Date: 2001 May 06 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.06.13.27.2581]] |
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Numb is death to sensitive souls Crying only takes the breath of sorrow Seek words, wisdom to see beyond Hold back the avalanche above The deep dark well below Stand peering into the black vastness Wondering, is this the verge of madness Linger, while vulture’s smile Waiting for your swan dive into the pit But no, not yet Deep within your soul The planted seed of hope sprouts That last ounce of control One foot ready to fly 05-06-01 |