Wings of unfathomable depth stir emotions within
people at certain times in life's circumstances,
filled with sorrow's glistening tears, hiding
behind reflective mirrors.
Guessing and estimating the fluidity of past
visions as they enter domains of today.
Selecting the options most enticing and letting
them enter spaces of bereavement, waiting on porch
steps, outside the doors of life.
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