It varies which way the eyes will shed
giving life to dusk, then dawn
as a grieving, aching silence crawls
ever closer to its original sin
We thought we heard wings
then again
we thought everything
-M. Taggart
It varies which way the eyes will shed
giving life to dusk, then dawn
as a grieving, aching silence crawls
ever closer to its original sin
We thought we heard wings
then again
we thought everything
-M. Taggart
mtaggartwriter 
Nice, dear. i Like it, and i will share your original sin ! Take care Matt .
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Hello. I’m glad you enjoyed this. Hope you are well.
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Thank you, Matt. I’ doing ok, thanks to some recipes of mine full of ice cubes. Too hot, dear !
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Lovely poem
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thank you, cheers
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Cheers!
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Love it!
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thank you
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every time we think we have wings, but then we always find ourselves at ground level
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Beautiful …
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Hi. Thank you
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an amazing piece
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thank you
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