Stormy blue

We all have our flights

And our falling
in stormy blue
caught in the cage
of destiny, we move
ahead and ahead
as atoms,
forgetting the meaning
of home
We all have our passions,
Fears, love, depression
Obligations, and feels
We are like little boxes
Full of hope and light "
But we are all beyond

The sense and time ...

© nina nour
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