I aspired to soar,
thus my wings were burnt,
by the ferocious sun and
the doubtful moon.
My inspiration was on
the death bed.
Breathing Hard for life.
Oh! I betrayed,
to my sun and the moon,
and jumped off
from the window,
like a thief at dark night,
and ran.
Faster and faster,
Until I could find my wings.

© @Paro