I remember when I fell
I think I stained the sky
A stroke towards the bottom
Drank up the raindrops
The snowy mountain caps
The grassy dew
I think I stained them all.
There was no light,
No sound,
No brethren nor their song
Look at my hair!
Golden as nectar
See my feet and my knees
Purer than the mountaintops
I was once with wings
Now see my feathers fall
Faster than pebbles, weighted with sin
I think I spoiled the whole world.
They think so too.
Will they say--
That I may love still, or again?
Or will they--
Forget my fall
As I do now?
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Monday, November 5, 2012
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