Modus

The Things were a means-

To make the memories

that marked our mentality

with Finite Bliss

forever in our minds.

The Things gave us wings

into the starry skies,

escaping from the aviary

of burdens

that weighted our spines.





Poetry by melanie sue
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Written on 2013-12-18 at 15:09

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. . . or we begin a journey with expectations, with no honest conception of where it will lead. At least, that is the meaning I take.

Happy holidays, Melanie Sue
2013-12-18