Broken Sky

Where I stand,
there are no doors to be opened.
Imagine a dark place near a dark sea,
and the sky above is broken.
That’s where I stand,
in the middle of the broken sky.
Slowly, I’m falling
Imagine the darkness of the dawn,
that day the sky was filled
with the emptiness of hope.
Where I stand,
there are no doors to be opened.

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🌻Mary, just a soul scribbling stories in the language of poetry. Here, in my corner, I put life into words with a sprinkle of wanderlust.

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