Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Chetan Mar 29
WH2
Lost Wings, Lost Waves

In my harsh air, she was my flight,
A whisper of wings in the fading light.
Through raging waves, she was my boat,
A quiet strength to keep me afloat.

Yet foolish hands let go too soon,
Like chasing echoes of the moon.
Now winds still howl, and waters rise,
But she's a shadow in my skies.

— The End —