Shattered like a sunken sun by the dusk
of my wishes
i keep roaming like the white wafers
sometimes welded, sometimes broken
but the sunken sun needs to feed
the other side as well
and the white wafers, wishes of the
dry, we need not to forget
waters running, without knowing their destiny
gushing and breaking at the fall
soil dwelling reps, in its lap
thje deadliest of all.
but the waters create their own path so with destiny
even rejoining, after the fall
and the reps dwelling, fertile the soil
as it holds the roots of all.
my broken wings trying to muster courage
to launch the flight i ever had,
but they are yet to be healed
giving a chance to me
to explore the other side of me!
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