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I saw you fly on the river like a swan
Trying to fly high above the water
Yet your wings touch the water
Water that makes your wings heavy
Beautiful they say, how swans fly calmly
But someone like me would know
How you try to flee quickly
Breathtaking they would say,
I would know that's fear.
We all live in Glass houses
Nothing is hidden, not even our souls
Like Swans we react to danger
And know how to flee
None of us can be safe
We can see each other
Just some of us show more through the glass
& some of us hide and forget
that nothing would be hidden in a glass house.
Be carefull my love
Hate can easily turn into fear.
But i wouldn't throw on you.
ShadiatiQue © 2010-2014
hate can def easily turn to fear...and some are just better at hiding , even in the glass houses...those willing to look though, to take the time will see...nice link of concepts...the water pulling at th wings...the glass house...the personal turn in the end is my fav though...
ReplyDeleteTrue, nothing can be hidden in a glass house.
ReplyDeleteThe idea of needing to fly (to flee) quickly floods my head with thoughts of abuse either physical or emotional. Doesn't matter , both wear on the mind and weaken the soul. I would say fly hard, fast and never look back.
ReplyDeleteVery thought-provoking, this piece.
As I grow older I hide less and less--as my house walls are transformed to glass. Mayb it's b/c soon, ALL will be known by ALL. When that happens...I'm betting I will se a lot of me in others--for are we all not pretty much of the same cloth? Are we? See, I question myself at once. You make good thoughts. Fear and hate DO feed on one another. Yup, please don't throw on her/him!!!! Good
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