Wingless Angel
Wingless Angel
Wingless Angel
Earliest morning, twilight blend
Near the horizon, silver pretend.
The breeze is gentle, weather delight.
Happy together, wishful, and bright
Who else is here ready to fly?
Need and greed are reasons to cry.
Lonely, I am, driven by pain;
nowhere to go, nothing to gain.
Where is this place, an orbiting ball?
It could be a prison with no doors and wall.
I wish to fly higher than the sky.
Without any wings, I would rather die.
Haloo
5/2014
Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2015
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