Friday, June 4, 2010

Broken Wings

I remember how we used to imagine
that aeroplanes were our dreams in the sky,
taking off and soaring everywhere,

Little did I know,
That those dreams would be doomed,
That every single one of them would crash like a fallen star,

That you would be the missing soul in every one of them.


  1. Very touching words, coupled with really good pics....

  2. Beautiful, I like how the first part is all nice and positive and then it turns sad at the end.

  3. Thanks for the feedback. It is greatly appreciated.

  4. Holding onto the past???

  5. My piece is open to understanding based on the reader's own experience and if they can relate to something similar. For me, it is not about the past but rather paying tribute.