For What Lies Hidden

A collection of all my poetry in an order I think makes reading it even more fun and exciting.


129. WIngs Of Resurrection

Swirling and flowing
Swimming through the night skies
Echoing amongst all the goodbyes
Their calls ring out proud and pristine.

Dancing with the clouds, both soft and plush,
Soaring higher and higher
Never touching the flames of fire
Burning brightly, fiercely, down below.

Safety will greet them soon
In a paradise far far away
Somewhere I cannot afford to play
But will provide peace and innumerable life.

Where they have left, hope has dissolved
Ruins surround all they once knew
Nothing recognisable remains, except the early morning dew
Soaking the ground with tears of devastation and despair.

One day they will return
To glide gracefully to this land
Where they will hold no demand
But to restore those who said their last goodbyes in the furnace of disaster.

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