The gliding soul bursts forth
On painfully familiar wings
Soaring through the
emptiness
When free fall is broken!
Seven angels seven fallen souls
Their flutes like familiar faces Fallen in this fight of his fallen in their flight.Never to see the pain and darkness...
Saddened downcast glances
With furrowed brow
Their tired wings of hearts they drop in silence...
As if the lights in the darkness, fire flies illuminating their very souls..
Seven pairs without the blink of an eye searching for the path of love ,
And you ,that quietly stands proudly spreading your wings Trying to test your limits of the height and depth of truth.
The fallen will one day say ;
I remember that saddened face but will still try to go forth with my contrary heart!
The gliding soul... English version
© Copyright: Ирина Кучерова, 2016
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