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By Vishal Date: 2003 Feb 15 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.15.01.07.10399]] |
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It would be easy to blame her for leaving, to make her a villain me a victim, and soothe myself. But in hindsight I now realize that there is a certain kind of songbird too beautiful to fly with ravens and starlings. The other birds attack it in flocks and tear it apart when it starts to sing. Nothing soft endures, nature loathes meekness and eradicates it with storms.. She got hurt deep and early, she was so full of love she fell with the unbearable weight of it. It flooded her, overwhelmed her and made her impossible to be around, songbirds like her need love in equal proportion to what they throw off, everyone disappoints them, eventually they simply wither away from the cold. She simply never found the right angel. |