I dont remember when exactly i wrote this... seems ages ago... i left it unfinished then... and now i cant complete it...
If I must eye the sunset, and to earth I must fall,
robed in lives woven not by my hands; and beckon
the fire within, will the ice around melt and fall?
For my shoes were never meant to tread the clouds.
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