Unnoticed I fly high
fluttering my broken wings
Only clouds follow my trail
Faded by the fog
Winds swivel across
Lashing my thoughts so strange
Eyes picture a scene
No dream wanted to see
Voice unheard remains
Cries never paid heed
Tears roll down as shower of rain
Cleaning my existent remains
Never will be remembered Oh me!
Only a memory erased
Seen as a pity bird
That struggles to live some more
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Amazing philosophical thought put across in this beautiful poem. Freshness of expression lingers on ]] Eyes picture a scene / No dream wanted to see..../ Tears roll down as shower of rain / Cleaning my existent remains