A Grateful Poetry (UNDER EDITING)
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    A Grateful Poetry (UNDER EDITING)

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    a poetry made after laughter Announcement: This book is under editing, To have a better experience from reading this, I wanted to edit some parts of it with Grammatical Errors, Typographical Errors, Lame Structures of poetry, The One word poetry th...

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    hoping to realize soon,
    
                          
    but as the time goes by,
    
                          
    it hurts,
    
                          
    then i was shocked,
    
                          
    i was saving my time,
    my precious time,
    
                          
    rather that making such songs and poetic sentences,
    
                          

    
                          
    i walked to the first part of life,
    
                          
    i fall,
    
                          
    i suddenly fall,
    
                          
    without my wings,
    
                          
    yes you are,
    you're my wings,
    
                          
    my featherless wings,
    my helpful wings,
    
                          

    i on the air,
    i swivel and turn and rotate,
    
                          
    i diminish the clouds,
    
                          
    i divide them all,
    
                          
    and suddenly i'm tired of flying,
    
                          
    i finally took off my wings,
    i fell and sadly,
    
                          
    broken on the ground,
    
                          

    please,
    
                          
    comeback,
    
                          
    my wings,
    
                          
    my God,
    
                          
    i want to fly with you forever,
    
                          
    please,
    
                          
    my god,
    
                          
    please.

    
                          
    i hope to bring back my wings.
    because without him,
    
                          
    i am flightless,
    i am flightless - human,
    A fallen,
    A fallen Demon, who wants to be an angel,
    
                          
    creepy?
    yes indeed my god,
    i am trying to have you in my life,
    but the rope of death pulls me,
    and pushes me back to hell,
    
                          
    i am the demon with wings,
    a flightless angel,
    
                          
    the remnant of dark,
    
                          
    the terrible horizon beyond the broken chords of time,
    
                          
    the majestic pleasure,
    
                          
    beyond the gracious pain,
    
                          
    i am destroyed,
    
                          
    literally destroyed,
    
                          
    sin?
    i am the sinless dark,
    
                          
    but full of vigor,
    
                          
    the demon without horns,
    because were humans,
    
                          
    born with the natural sin,
    burned into ashes after death,
    
                          
    and then turn into the wreck,
    
                          
    wreck,
    yes,
    
                          
    definitely wrecked,
    
                          
    same as the clouds,
    same as the winds goes by,
    
                          
    they slice the clouds in the air,
    
                          
    torn them,
    make them a humid in the air,
    the make them invisible,
    suddenly makes a rain,
    
                          
    when problems get heavy,
    
                          
    waters all the entire land that it dominated,
    wrecked,
    
                          
    but painfully unattended,
    
                          
    i am,
    
                          
    before the clouds,
    
                          
    i am,
    
                          
    after my god,
    
                          
    my wings,
    
                          
    my flight,
    turns cold,
    
                          
    its night,
    
                          

    
                          
    i suddenly stepped to the clouds of fear,
    
                          
    he lend his hand,
    
                          
    he show me the sky,
    
                          
    he show me the light,
    and now,
    i am an angel,
    without a sin,
    
                          
    refreshed and rejuvenated by his hand,
    
                          
    reborn with his grace,
    
                          
    i suddenly cried out and hug him,
    
                          
    he disappeared,
    
                          

    
                          
    i fall into the ground again,
    
                          
    wrecked,
    the suddenly woke up,
    
                          
    a strange dream!,
    
                          
    my god,
    
                          
    thanks for saving me,
    
                          
    my wings.
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