Is it shame? To feel the climes of Spirit’s wings in flight? A children’s song not meant for Man? Some phantom chain to hold the body hostage… We, conditioned to feel: anxious, agitation, misery, discontent. The dirge held fast the hand that raised the sky. A Question! A hopeless plea, not meant for me, but those not meant to suffer. We felt the heights and valleys lo, the answer once eternal…
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