Rugged weather
I didn't ask you to take me for a ride,
this journey proved a very different matter
than we both expected and looked forward to,
and I don't know who faced the worst - myself or you,
but both our pairs of wings were singed indeed,
which it will take some time to heal and to recover,
since we were forced to get down hard to earth
to lick our wounds and heal our broken wings,
and we were left without protection in the rain
with no good cloak to shelter us from frost
in our nakedness, forlorn like orphans;
but others did fare even worse,
and in comparison with them we were most lucky,
for we always had and do still have each other.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2010-09-03 at 06:07
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