Wings

She had wings

Wings of a butterfly

She traded them for the open wound

She cried in solitude for so many springs

Now, she shines… Melancholic firefly

She tried to scape spinning round and round… Nowhere to be found

Wings of planetary combustion

Printed out of stardust virtue

Claiming for stellar revolution

Reaching out to find you

Spread the ailerons of colors

Beauty and shadow

Present and past

Life drys out too fast

Fly through sorrow

Wonder ty eyes with nostalgia, never with sorrow…

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4 Comments Add yours

  1. Jessica says:

    πŸ˜₯πŸ˜₯πŸ˜₯

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    1. lynyo says:

      Thank you! I loved your comment! Thanks for reading

      Liked by 1 person

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