as threads of that unknown fiber
we share the burden as bastard children
of that of which we came but cannot touch
as a scar you’ve forgotten its cause
yet throbs a dull ache—pulling
beguiling that inner core to return
and shine true with the source of it all,
it whispers to you and I in the octaves of angels
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This is so beautiful, if that makes sense or not...
Absolutely fabulous...
*hugs*
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You have penned a wonderful piece here. I adored the flow and the over-all setup. Short but not lacking in anything. Well done and keep it up.
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i love this whole poem amazing, keep it flowing
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thank
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"it whispers to you and I in the octaves of angels" I love that line. Very nicely done. Keep up the excellent work.
-Steve-
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