Saturday, January 29, 2011

Innocent Plea From The Destitute






















Ahead lay a broken wing
seperated from the blue.
Trying to spread its wing
Betwix fresh drops of due.
Feeble wil'st to cling
Flow of thoughts going askew
Awaiting for death's knell to ring
An angel' comes in view
Takes it under its wing
To a beautiful haven all new.

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