Broken Wings

I too have once broke my wings

I bled tears and yet I smile

Whenever memory reminded me

How mortal only am I

But those two things never took,

Memory and Pain,

My power of flight

As long as my eyes of bird

Could yet still see the never ending

Skies and wondrous stars

I never fail to stretch my bruised wings

And began dreaming

I’m lying over the clouds

Restless and awake

Tasting each cotton candy clouds

Quenching my thirst from each droplets of rain dew

And Oh! How Tormented I am,

Not by darkness but by the life that gives me

Moon Luna smiles, I smiled,

I dreamt you smile, I slept,

I lie awake, dreaming.

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Sunday, December 26, 2010 at 6:10pm