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The End of the Beginning
By Flying indigo express
With your free will, you may do as you choose
Did you not say this isn't a power play
Yet somehow, your will and mine are fused
Run free, wild with no restraint
My movement stopped. my liberty cropped
In shame, regarded with distain
I believed in the absence of strings
May the gods forsake the bliss that ignorance brings
It was for the strings, that I became the Fool
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Copyright 2014 Flying indigo express
Published on Friday, November 28, 2014.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
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On Sunday, March 29, 2015, Ortolan
(214)
wrote:
I'm a failed musician so I can see this about 8 different ways.I give you a ten.This is one of those poems you have to concentrate to get anything out of it.Great work my friend.
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On Saturday, February 21, 2015, SinneR
(17) wrote:
I applause the preciseness of your words. In a few lines you describe this unwanted situation of false self-awareness. Thank you for sharing.
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On Monday, February 2, 2015, Uley Bone
(25) wrote:
Well done Flying Indigo
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A former member wrote:
Wicked. It was for the strings that I became the Fool... Don't we all, however much we intend not to.
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On Thursday, January 1, 2015, Flying indigo express
(149) wrote:
Yes, we do... Time and time again
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A former member wrote:
Your strings are a learned trait.
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On Sunday, December 14, 2014, Flying indigo express
(149) wrote:
That is very true.
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On Saturday, November 29, 2014, Damon Tarloth
(143) wrote:
The rhymes were much appreciated... Nice flow... Well done!
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