The Wind Beneath These Wings
New Love
By Ahsif Khair MohammadPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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A painting, of warm summer winds,
unfurling feathers, and sea salt beaches,
sunsets and rises
Within me a feeling that washes
away the winter cold.
Tie-dye coloured are the days.
Hope stained is my heart again,
as my heart within that one cries caution
Which I throw
to the whispering high winds
that caress and carry me
to mountains high
Not to conquer nor climb
But shout from the rooftop of the world
in living colour: This Bird flies!
Sprouting wings to cross me this bridge;
any paths and all walks of life
By and by, lives begin and they end.
But to pass me this chasm of solitude:
Edge to edge sky scraping wings,
soaring and sailing
on that most salient wind.
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