Life is different

Through my eyes.

Perched on my slender thread,

Beneath this lucid, bruisèd sky.


I feel so light,

My limbs so frail.

Balanced on a bony leg,

Beneath this bleeding sky.


They seem so light,

They feel so frail.

Echoes from the loud machines,

Reverberate in darkened skies.


Life is different

Through their starved eyes.

They are balanced on a slender thread.

Fire is their freedom flight.


I dare to watch

But I do not see.

I cannot understand;

They fly away in smoke and dust,

Abandoned to a skyfull

Of lonely, six-point stars.

The End

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