thrown high...
shedding my skin
I'm transforming,
leaving the past behind.
sprouting from my self, again
these are my wings,
I've shed them away...
like a stone I fell
Down.
now... it's my turn to
betray the sky.
I'm a stone,
thrown HIGH.
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I like the poem. It gives
I like the poem. It gives me the feeling of keep moving on and be stronger(maybe you didn't thought of this when writing the poem...).
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Carve your life with passion. ---Aflame