I lively up secret plants
and clovers with moonshine.
The sun is my helper
on the other side,
keeping life in all of them,
whilst I sleep.
At night,
the moon as I am
shine on her four wings.
Lady luck - my luck,
her faith - my belief,
my love hers, her love mine.
My knees scraping the streets
we used to roam
because now I fly with one wing only
- my flight is on hope.
Billy Nabeel
Did you see, think, feel anything?
Comments
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Beautiful write. I really enjoyed this. You did an amazing job with this and the picture fits it so well. I really love the very last line... - my flight is on hope. I think it brings it altogether nicely. Great write.

