Like a flying bird with one wing Able to cross the clouds. but with unbearable pain Like a dark night just in the moon, without stars. Without the constellations that form beautiful constellations Able to accompany souls without the beauty even though perfect
Like a sunlight that is lacking in light Not able to warm even though able to light a little light As I lost half of life Still able to stand even though the body is too fragile Tucked away a wound in my smile The loss is very sore, stinging, very sore Tortured inner, tormented, tormented all soul- my soul.
@shamuel