My wings were ruptured.
My spirit was turned down.
I was dropped from above.
I fell.
I wake up with a red flame
I was hugged by the vortex
of the bright determination.
I can now
I can now
I can now
I can stand and rise now, because of the power.
The power to stand up,
That is bestowed upon me,
By the heavenly father.
My wings are healing
Day by day, my heart is closing
the wounds, from the black yesterday.
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MP LIGHTS 143: BOOK 2
Poetry-This book is a collection of poems, written in traditional and free verse patterns. -This book offers you to enjoy poetry while making a touch in your world through poems.
