one winged struggling thing
shining at your best
all whats left of you
roving through unrest
flowers blossom swift
and be drawn away
where your feet do touch
and the storm decayes
every man would have
in his yearn for light
broken long before
where you yourself are bright
Incredible! I love the way
Incredible! I love the way you write! You really pull the reader in and make them think!
Dont look for me, I'll find you ~Moonshadow