Broken Wing
I sit alone at the rooftops.
I look over my dear city.
I remember my old life days.
My long lost reality.

The memory seems dim.
But forms create from the mist.
Places, Names, People and… ME.
Eventually everything is nothing more,
then a dream.

Watching the city sleep,
I penetrate the darkness of my soul.
I’m looking for a small bright light,
That would heal my broken wing.



Night like a dark blanket
covers the slumbering city.
I can’t find my lost prince.
He’s hiding from me.

I kiss my quiet city goodbye.
Myself I takeoff into the night.
I’ll seek my love next time.
And someday, I’ll finally find,
my angelic half….

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