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My Time is sad!

Broken are the wings
I couldn’t fly
Memory wounds are fresh
Gifted me sleepless nights

Rush back soon
waiting slows down seconds
minutes and hours
kills me alive

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longing

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  • mircea
    March 4

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    It makes all the sense in the world.No changes required.In case the following replenishes the hope inside, I would just say: use the less wounded and hurt wing and grab the hand of a mighty bird fallen to the ground and helping it fly again, you will certainly notice your smooth flightof two wings.
    I hope I was not boring with this


  • skye01 gold member
    March 3
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    I like this alot. Waiting on one's love is torturing time. Emotions nicely expressed.


  • Kathraina silver member
    February 27

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    This is very touching.
    I can feel the longing in these words.
    Nicely done.
    Thank you, and good luck

    ♥ Kate