Go, cry one last time 
Feeble and withered&nbsp;&nbsp;in the storms
Your soul had its darkest night

Ye think its the wrath of God?
This endless menace
Or the creation of your soul?

However ye may deem my friend,
How good wings are without wind?
And the blossoms without scent? 

Ye spread the wings to glow
Mistaken; to reach heaven?
But the gentle breath withheld its blow

Bow not to the pity of your heart
Nor the squashing unuttered pain
For glad tidings will be heard

Cherish, for what ye have in soul
Rare bear in such might 
So go cry one last time

sana

One last time

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vamsi-sai-mohan

cherish for what you have in soul...wow..:)

removed.-8hy5

I really hate when my assumptions are wrong. It makes me wonder just how good my skills of prediction are.

I go along reading the simple English language, but the first 'Ye' that I come across my mind explodes and loses its grip on the rails of focus.

Sure, I can understand it all, every single word. But every time I see a 'Ye' or 'Thee', I feel a thin breath of fear, of anxiety, and my mind immediately pictures the Old Masters--

And I panic inside.

And I fear that at any moment of my rereading of this poem, it will suddenly spring and spiral into a different language, and the meaning of it, any that I could have been able to grasp, would be gone, undecipherable.

Two people cannot have a true discussion of a poem that one of the two had created. Not truly. Not if the poem was done correctly, made with secrets not glass. Only the mind, heart, and soul of the writer can discuss the contents of the words.

So, I won't try to pretend I know exactly what you say here, but I will allow you to know the one line that clung to me most:

'Or the creation of your soul?'

This could mean a physical birth brought on by natural causes, or the awakening of an unaware spirit after an event, among other things.

Like an accident ruined someone's view of the world, and they finally opened their eyes (if they hadn't before) and became aware, began to know and finally exist.

And that line can fuel a growing inspiration.

And, for that, I thank you for creating such words in such ways that I have discovered them.

I hope these words spawn other such words for you to use in the future, if, say, you read this months or years from now.

This was very lovely.