Earliest morning, twilight blend
Near the horizon silver pretend.
Breeze is gentle, weather delight
Happy together, wishful and bright
Who else is here ready to fly?
need and greed reason to cry.
Lonely, I am, driven by pain;
nowhere to go, nothing to gain.
Where is this place, an orbiting ball?
Maybe a prison, with no doors and wall.
I wish to fly, higher than sky.
Without any wing, I would rather die.
Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2015
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