Sunday, 31 March 2013

The Broken Wings

Running away from the self

Leaving the own past behind.

Trying to be lost in the world

If this soul could ever hide.

Brush up with similar beings

Enlivens the broken wings.

Trying to crush them futher

Forget if they even existed.

Dreams once the soul of life

Pinch on mere remembrance.

So difficult to separate them

Where lied the soul of this life.