himself staring up at the sky.
above, thousands of stars staring at me closely.
the dim lightless.
because of anxiety deep rooted ..
I want to like the eagle.
packing a brave wing
do not know trepidation of all the temptations ...
tireless of the storms ....
but, I'm just the butterfly.
packing weak wings ...
and fly no direction ...
Beautiful poem. We can share our thoughts through poem. What ever in our mind. And it sounds nice for everyone. I also sometimes post some poem and I feel happy thank you for sharing your thoughts through your beautiful poem.
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