I finally find a place to rest my wings on <br />It's not the place I've been looking for, though <br />It's just a small yet pretty isle. <br /> <br />I sit and I look back, to my path <br />and I saw my feathers, scattered. <br />Some flew, some drown. <br /> <br />I want to collect them back, <br />I really really really want to, <br />but as we know, I can't. <br /> <br />The wound is closing, <br />yet will leave a scar. <br />I touch it and turn my head. <br /> <br />My wings are still broken. <br />Regret I have not, <br />The pain I feel not, <br />Sadness, madness, I forgot. <br />For my only destination is there, <br />beyond this blue sea, <br />beneath that blue sky. <br /> <br />I will go on, <br />I have to...<br /><br />NikoRu Bathory<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-broken-wings-ii-scattered-feathers/
