in flight, we appear
in flight, we appear
fairly different from
one another – judging
by the wingspan,
the beat of our
song, the pattern
of colors against
the sky. when
falling, however,
we appear
just like the last –
a memory, a shot
in the dark, one long,
colorless flutter
.
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like a fine vase and a clay pot…………when broken – they are of the same value……..I love this
thank you – i love your sentiments!!
your poetry is flowing beautifully lately – enjoying it :), thanks
thank you so much for coming by again. i’m glad that you’re enjoying these.