She is the belle of the night sky,
Who unveils the beauty of the dark
And to admire her every night
Sits a bird on a bark.
Helpless being so far away
His heart aches and heaves
Yet enchanted by her radiance
He dances within the leaves
Thousand words for the heart to say but lips betray the King
He was born with silver feathers
Yet was cursed with a broken wing.
Once a month she hides away
And abandons the bird to yearn
To tell her once and hold her close before his feathers fall and burn
And everytime the rising Sun robs him of his delight
Leaving him with his melancholy to sing
That he was born with silver feathers
Yet was cursed with a broken wing
-Alex
ΔΙΑΒΑΖΕΙΣ
Silver Feathers
ΠοίησηHow high will he fly, Before realising he has to fall.....? There is none to hear him cry, There is none for him to call.....!
