We all sail in a sea of strangers.
Till we find those arms,
Which would protect us.
Till we find a soul ,
Which will not leave;
Us in a dark hole.
When we find them;
We call them ours.
And fly in the realm of wild wind.
Our Soulmates give us scars.
They scratch our heart
To give us pain,they tell a lie
To make us cry.
Some of them move on
But some are still too high,
Rather they would just love to die.
Perhaps when this ends,
Some move with,
While some move against
THE REALM OF WILD WIND.
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P.s I'm A Writing Dead.
PoésiePoems,one liners and quotes all written by myself. Give it a read if you want to wet your eyes. #66 in poetry(14-04-2016)
