The Human Spirit
Submitted By: samarth kadam
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Off the cliff in the tapestry of past swung around on the hopeless mast we fall, white light through glass shattered incandescent mass silver on the lining of blood sun rises again with another thud holy beneath the breath language whispered by the wind perceived by inherent flaws we shall fly with wings of wax our souls clenched in claws twisted with ripples of rebellion so tonight we might say death proud to take us
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