Soaring through the skies,
Flying above the valleys,
of darkness and lies.
Soaring past the memories,
that we'd long forgotten.
Soaring past the tears,
Past the days,
of fear.
But suddenly,
we slow,
we drop,
so low.
Our happiness
has died,
Our wings,
have broke.
And so we venture,
through the unknown:
The valleys of,
shameful mistrust,
and,
scorching anger.
Our wings won't last,
any longer.
Our wings,
of happiness,
of love,
of trust.
But our wings cracked.
And our happiness died.
And our love splintered.
And our trust shattered.
Our wings vanished.
As the darkness rose.
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Rays of Imagination
PoesiaA compilation of my best short works A collection of poems and other short works I've written over a few years. I've chosen some of which I think is my best work and have created this book. I give you my thoughts, my feelings, and I share with you m...
