Broken Wings

September 14, 2010
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What goes up,
must come down.
What soars high,
crashes hard.
We were one
as an eagle.
Above pain and hardships.
Above authority and judgement.
The illusion fades,
clouds dissipate,
fireworks cease.
the light- sucked into darkness.
All alone, I am left
to sit among the rubble
of our shattered dreams,
and fragmented souls.
With only my broken wings.

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