Bilingual
A true poet speaks fire, and still is fluent in rain.
- rs.darko
Homecoming
Once upon a time we were tightrope walkers strung up over gravel paths Held steady and high by our pride and porcelain masks, We were strong, but we were foolish Never weary of the dark clouds as they crouched, looming in the distance Because we owned the night, the stars, and all that they surrounded Fire in our bellies of beasts unbounded Once perceived as uprooted hopelessly, Turned instead to nomadic and conquering With no home to call our own but the blood in our veins We became residents to our family names Because this family was, and always will be, "home" And no matter where we went or what we did, we stood by our own Heavy crowns and misplaced thrones, Believing the sound peace of our love and loyalty would never abandon us.. Unaware of God's fury as those storm clouds began to open up A tumult of past due misfortune accrued through our many debts Boisterous rule-breaking, vanities, and self-indulgence Lost treasures in a guarded trove,...
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