sábado, 1 de julho de 2017

Broken wing


Ok... bad luck last fly.
That cloud n’sky...
Was too dense to fly!
Broken wing on try.
Better return to home,
And try to fix the bone.
Only a small trip alone,
To old nest I done.

But... baby, what hell u done.
Please, don't break more bones!
Nor my good one.
It’s been hard to find
Another places to go.
Where the sky is azure
And we both could do
The best we know...

When we flew together,
No matter the weather,
Nor breeze or gale...
We rushed storm clouds,
Like kids do with paper kites.

Well ... Now I'm leaping
Like a sparrow on the shore.
Running from waves,
On ebb and flow of the tide.
Trying to keep my feathers dry,
My footsteps are blotted
By the wave’s brines.
Looking for a place to spend the night.

Through the shadows of the dusk,
Among the mists of a golden sea,
Against the setting sun
Slowly frizzling in the ocean,
I see the island...
Where we both used to live.
So close for strong wings,
Too far on broken ones...

When we flew together,
No matter the weather,
Nor breeze or gale...
We rushed storm clouds,

Like kids do with paper kites!

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