Waiting For Sunrise Poem by Sahar Sahar
Waiting For Sunrise
There is a weird echo in her words,
an utterance with broken wings,
Crawling to soar,
but futile gesture to capture,
the surface,
and night falling,
from the sky,
an alone life,
With hoarsely breaths.
It takes time to regain wings,
and possibly not before springs.
Just waiting for sunrise,
a helpless bird,
On strange zones.
It takes time to regain wings, and possibly not before springs. Just waiting for sunrise, a helpless bird, On strange zones. helpless situation but brings hope for the future and will power to hang on inthe life..this is how and life is all about... we live only on hopes.. very good write.....10 read mie all hope against hopes.... and what if hopes dashed...
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4/13/2024 2:28:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
wonderful poem with marvelous images, I just love it..10+++++++ There is a weird echo in her words, an utterance with broken wings, Crawling to soar, but futile gesture to capture, the surface, and night falling, from the sky, an alone life,