To Be Human

We are all but fallen stars

Dropped from the hand of our maker

Into a pool of art we land, our eyes unable to comprehend

The colors and the names are yet to be defined

Magnificent is every strand of hair and every inch of skin

We would be anything, could be more

Yet they tell us what we should be

And now are are no more

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *