when the sun begins its journey from the shoulders of distant eastward mountains it traverses its fate like a sailboat in spring.But that is because it is not a human.... .Spring is not eternal.Grace is in with grief in my life like anyone else,even the one reading this .
IT IS THE TRUTH we have to live with.And everywhere there is this truth is..it is..IT is...
BUT
Sorry. But it won't bring you back that which you were supposed to have only once Did they hurt you too bad, they usually do They took away,didn't they, your only first chance. They let you know the harshness, those bastards They cut your wings at your highest flight. They gifted you reality, oh!what good!? They always choose the worse of good and right. They made you afraid of clouds,poor bird. Now you seek that metal cage to hide. Don't fly away from yourself,tell me Let the sun be your aim, me the guide. Fly through me,let us be one. Though they broke your faith besides those wings. Let me build that faith,save it forever. Let me be your sky,the song my bird sings.
First Flight
Dear Reader, Thank you for taking the pain and reading my works.Glad you could give time.There are a lot of poems and articles that I have not yet posted . I believe in free speech but I am not a patron of typing (most of them are in diaries).
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