Painting FlowersA Poem by Ohhhwillow21/6/13 To fall with wings of freedom is to succeed; it is that bird whom flies with stained feathers that meets failure
Painting flowers in the sky
Leaves but one ashen cloud To fall discreetly; To needlessly meet me With a charcoal breeze of summers past, By antique eyes whom too were paused By bitter snakes. Autonomous spines are tickled with the grip of paltry enclosures, And dance to the door marked 'anywhere', No care Nor change in bold complexion to the hopeless Who presupposed our plunder Under bloody ice. I dream of strides that print a blinded road And blossom, Into letters in books carved with comely thoughts, Resting as petals, On a concrete stairwell Forever. Farewell fragility, The emptiness that crippled me, Now desolate As paternal poise and absolute protection. Bright leaps are in marooned manacles, Our falls are gracious When flying with envisioned feathers. © 2013 OhhhwillowFeatured Review
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Added on June 22, 2013Last Updated on June 28, 2013 Tags: Freedom, independence, inspiration, departure, creation, innovation AuthorOhhhwillowEdinburgh, Scotland, United KingdomAboutWrite it down and read it Instagram: ohhhwillow Twitter: @H0ly_FUCKer 'Let me sometimes dance With you, Or climb, Or stand perchance In ecstasy, Fixed and free In a rhym.. more..Writing
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