Challenge
This is love...
"to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet." Rumi
Poetry, please.
Rejoining the World
I soar high above
To see where love fits in
I see many changing
From one to another thing
The higher I go
The more I look
But the less I see
Of the things I forsook
Vision fails this high up
I can't see myself in love
So I fall back to fit in rudely
Upon the world from high above
It's not a pretty landing
It's filled with scars and pain
It takes my breathless breath away
And then comes back yet again
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