The Fall

I’m just a reflection of the thing possessing me

Of a soul entrapped in a tower without a key

Forgive it, it has forgotten what was and where it used to be

A god reduced to a human

Falling by choice just to see

The happiness after the sadness

And the naivety of thinking it’s free

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strangerpaths

Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things. I am Zee

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