Sunday, October 25, 2015

The last flight

And there she stood, in the midst of nowhere. 

The looks were sharp through the lenses,

It could cut you deep with a single touch

She was a loner a dreamer and a charmer

 

It was a long lost place with broken ground

It looked as if all started from where she stood

The sun was bright but couldn’t touch her

The storm was high but it never moved her

 

From above the clouds I saw her standing still

It was late when I got grip on my mind and 

To know I was running circles up above

 

The madness was magnetic and 

And I felt the gravity for the first time ever 

I had the brightest red eyes and the fiery wings 

But all felt nothing when I fell down to the burning sand

 

Then I thought of the curse casted upon me

That the sand would be the burning hell and 

Sky is the heaven where nothing will hurt. 

 

Nothing more is left upon me than a wish 

A wish to start again …. 

 

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