Finding passion for life again…
She sits with broken wings
Her heart no longer sings
The quietest tears she will cry
As she stares longingly at the sky
All the things she will miss
As she falls from that bliss
That breeze will now just pass her by
Now that she can no longer fly
6 Comments | tags: broken, broken wings, falling, fly, lost, on these wings, passed by, Poetry, sky | posted in In The Dark, Poetry
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