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The Fading Abeyant Sky


So many birds are flying today 
And with each flap 
Of a fowl's wing 

I keep looking pass the day 
To see this magical land of tomorrow 
For yesterday has disappeared

Therefore I am only left to the reality of what is now 

But to my dismay 
I have not the slightest idea 
Of if now is, but a dream 
Or if it belongs to something more concrete

Because the woes that fall with the lost broken feathers
Of these majestic flying creatures 
Dissipate with time
And with time so do I

So, Forever I will remain standing
Thus staring at the fading abeyant sky

~ Tony Paradise's Poet ~




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