We pay tribute to the sky by flying.
We pay tribute to life by dying.
Life being not constant but change.
As we are the foundation of what is to come.
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CT.poet
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We pay tribute to the sky by flying.
We pay tribute to life by dying.
Life being not constant but change.
As we are the foundation of what is to come.
.
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tiny says: nice! |
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CT.poet says: so you understand?...wow... i need to read your words tonight. |
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tiny says: yes i understand. and please do and tell me what you think... |
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Ct.poet says: ayt |
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tretre says: Very deep poem. Deep and short yet i understand you completely. Great poem. |
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CT.poet says: thanks brother that's my aim. |
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