The sadness that you left behind
has been washed away by salty tears
and the doubt that you instilled in me
lingers - amidst my strongest fears
Though, I know a secret and I keep it well
in a vault - under lock and key
For if I whisper it aloud
there'll be nothing left of me
So here I sit refreshed and ready to move forth
I'll come to know some grander things
but I'll hold fast to the memory of those days
when I was floating with an angel's wings
3 comments:
open the box and let the secret fly, only then can you move on and again atempt to float with angels...
there's always something worth remembering, no matter what the outcome was...
you may not be floating - but you still have your wings - arise dear one - the spring has come - the flower is budding to bloom...
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