>one light to the next
on the chandelier
visit the moon before you’re through
nothing lasts
fall into hell with the fire
wings that hiss when rubbed together
loath in the ailment
filled with toxin
the accolade of demise
The words don't fit. They rarely do.
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>Oh Pamela, this is nice. It starts so light and tumbles into dark eternity..wings that hiss when rubbed togetherI heard them.
>Thanks so much BrendaPamela
>Starts so light and airy (almost a tiptoe feel), until the word 'hell' is reached, and then it all gets weighty, dark and a bit evil-sounding. As always, I'm a fan.- Dina
>Yes. Rather than suffer, we must live.
>Thanks DinaThat is a very nice thing to say!Pamela
>SandyThat is very true!Pamela
>I like this!incomplete yet so replete
>GautamiThanks for inviting me!Pamela