the wings
of my prayers
get shot by the
bullets of lies
yet,
they fly,
higher
and
higher
bleeding
and panting,
they reach
the fine,
bright,
heaven doors
but
the doors
are forbidden
for my prayers
so
they ricochet
back to me
every time
— so does my pain
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Letters to Life: Letters written to a lost life
PoesíaDear Life, Long time, no see... Letters written to a lost life Highest ranking #1 in poetry on 28-5-'18 Sequel - Letters to Life: Letters written to a loved life First place winner in The Butterfly Fly Away awards First place winner in Th...
