When we woke Reality's mirror was broken And Gaia's children picked up its shards. They cut their hands And the rivers ran red. They picked up it's shards And the sky was burning. They cut their hands And the demons rose. They picked up its shards And Sisyphus cried For Gaia's children inherited his curse
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6 thoughts on “And Sisyphus cried”
Hi Bee, this is a great poem. I’m sharing to my poetry group on FB.
Hi Bee, this is a great poem. I’m sharing to my poetry group on FB.
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Thanks very much. π€ I appreciate it π
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Wow! Powerful! πππ
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Thanks π€
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This is achingly beautiful in its quiet poignant and pained emotion.
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Thank you very much π
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