The One With Her
Dropping down into an abyss
Waiting for the soulful caress
Reciting loudly the mugged up prayers
Falling down to deeper trenches
Deeper sores on the soul
Waiting for that arm to cry on
But she didn't seem near.
The daybreak was wondrously clear
Not a respite meagre
Inhabiting with my solitude,
the realm of the day
Growing wider
Maybe the end was nigh
Showing me the fire
Leaving out a sigh
Following to the end of trail
Gathering courage to ask the frail young woman
Turning to me having the familiar light
I learned that she was never out of sight
Just falling a little behind
But always kind
The one winged bird was mended
Gallant again to claim the sky.
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