Fill me the air to breath <br />with music to console my sad soul, <br />grant me the skies so azure <br />to visualize the light afar, <br />let the dove fly towards it, <br />to guide me towards my fated fate. <br /> <br />In black and white conquest, <br />i'm the bird with discerned plight; <br />but, wings' clipped and feet's tangled, <br />by the rueful ones, to infringe and be baffled. <br />They're blinded by the strangles of rogues, <br />to prolong life with misleading good adage. <br /> <br />Fill the melodious music to my mind, <br />at least, lighten my blurred spirit, <br />fill its song's calmness to my heart, <br />to rejuvenate life from betrayal. <br />The life of doves and of free spirits, <br />blessed with ease and wisdom to beat. <br /> <br />How i longed for my life! <br />At distance, skies and lights in halo. <br />The kind, where, everything's divine <br />with the music of soul, <br />wonderful and whole.<br /><br />Bonics Bachinela<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fill-me-6/
