I spent years praying to born again with wings; for the strength to fly higher; to not bend in front of any because of my weaknesses.
I saw a photo yesterday night, a man standing straight with grace; time holds there, I wish to be in cage of his love forever and ever, He looked a little like everything I once eager to find in the skies, only one bird knows the joy of freedom; if a bird feels to don’t fly ever again then’ there has always a beautiful reason.
And that beautiful reason for me is you, gentle resting wooden rocking chair; I would like to see you sit on that; reading the newspaper and smiling at my jokes. Like a desert waits for the rain; I wait for you. Like fog clearing after the dark of a night; a manifestation of peace. Feeling freedom with you; is natural, because a flower can’t grow without stem.
This must be what love feels like!
By: Nida Mahmoed.
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 4:24 PM UTC
I spent years praying to born again with wings; for the strength to fly higher; to not bend in front of any because of my weaknesses.
I saw a photo yesterday night, a man standing straight with grace; time holds there, I wish to be in cage of his love forever and ever, He looked a little like everything I once eager to find in the skies, only one bird knows the joy of freedom; if a bird feels to don’t fly ever again then’ there has always a beautiful reason.
And that beautiful reason for me is you, gentle resting wooden rocking chair; I would like to see you sit on that; reading the newspaper and smiling at my jokes. Like a desert waits for the rain; I wait for you. Like fog clearing after the dark of a night; a manifestation of peace. Feeling freedom with you; is natural, because a flower can’t grow without stem.
This must be what love feels like!
By: Nida Mahmoed.
