Wings
My beloved blue pigeon!
On my way rising to the cloudy dark sky...
To take a star..
I got the wings
but could not be stretched
among the wet heavy clouds....
The burning stars
and the sorrowed shadow
which were falling apart...
Asked, "Still going to the stars ?..."
Why not..,,
cause I was the one
who ended up the burning destiny..
And tasted a light full of bliss
before the desires scattering away..
When that new dawn carried away all the exhausted soul
Your beloved sight droped on my stretched wings..
So...come back to the place,
where our colours borned...
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