The shades of life, slowly closing down
The nights of sorrow slowly growing round
The souls of fire, burning from within
Heavy winds of anger, creating a life of sin
So I lay to sleep, then I rise above,
To live a life, I’ve pondered of,
A life comes true, when the world is sleep
When stars awaken, and meadows creek
I come to life when I begin to fly
In an endless river, that fills the sky
When hearts are weak, and minds are drained
My souls released, my core’s not chained
And with light’s defeat, darkness starts to die
When the world is conscious, it gets hard to fly
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"When the world is conscious, it gets hard to fly"
amazing line, wonderful poem
~rana~
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