Friday, May 27, 2016

On Broken wings

She has known defeat but never like this. In the battle of wits and survival She can no longer stand a chance. Two years from now and the golden age will be.  What shining honor can she bring? 

The pillar is about to crumble. How can You be glorified for the unselfishly gave... for the gift You so bestowed? She has never felt so defeated.! Her wings are clipped, it won't be indulged to pan through the heavens. It can only flutter in the perimeter of these walls. Even butterflies are empowered to get out of its cocoon while she is only where she's allowed to be.

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