February 25, 2011
Life soars with narrow wings
It glides smooth
Until pain crashes upon life
Striking swiftly as lightning
On the tree tops
Rising up in smoke, in flames
Rockslide overwhelming
Agony creating
Tears, and blood painting
What can not be spoken

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