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Parachutes

September 3, 2013
By Silvana BRONZE, San Salvador, Other
Silvana BRONZE, San Salvador, Other
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Plummeting
From up above.
Sinking
From the blue haven
Of gold-wingéd gods.

We fall-
Not like dominoes-
But unsystematically
Like plumes,
Or papier maché.

It does not want us.

And we struggle so hard
To deserve,
But it won't forgive.
It won't forgive...

And so we are ejected,
Forced to an
Unconsecrated land,
Where every foot
and every sin

Leaves a print behind.


The author's comments:
Rejection by gods and men.

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