Wings of Fire
In the corner room with the wooden floor
Lay the soft song of life..
By the comforting warmth of
Everyday life,
Untouched by the whirlwind
Within.
Till you came by and
The song remained soft no more..
It is a calling,
The brilliance of a thousand suns
Dazzling on the wooden floor.
Waiting to take off
In passion
On the wings of fire.
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4 comments:
Ishita, I like this poem, especially the image of the sunlight on the wooden floor.
Hope you'll write more poetry.
Thanks for your kind comment :-)I do hope to write more poetry.
Life is a series of pictoral impressions for me.
Hey Ishita, I liked this poem very much.
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