I am not real. I fly through eternity, reaching out but not quite touching, desperately needing substance. I am liquid thoughts. flowing through an open mind, a dream half forgotten in the light of day. I want to be ...remembered.
Wow, very thought provoking. I loved how you used a gentle style throughout this, but that the poem had a deeper meaning. :) Very well done! :)
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"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W
