What are the gods playing at?
As spirits spiral out of place
We, flitting and flirting still
On life's cycle and treadmill
Do we learn lessons from life?
Before the flight from our homes
With memories held ever close
Such essence of ourselves chose
We are then in passions sway
As our true selves boom with glee
We're on our own and all alone
And with the wind now tossed and blown
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a new place, a new life... good writing :) ladylee x
ReplyDeleteThe sense of rushing in the closing lines really works well.
ReplyDelete'With memories held ever close
ReplyDeleteSuch essence of ourselves chose'
These lines really had an impact on me.