The Broken Wings of My Life


Like a butterfly

I fly

My broken wings

Silently ache

Within my soul

Bleeding every morning

I cry

I see my face

In the blue sky

Every single atom

Within my body smiles

Except my eyes

Are like a moaning fire

Feeding the bleeding wounds

Of my ageless time

Lonely I am within

Counting the flying nights

Searching for a dream

Within my broken dreams

Nobody hears

My growing fears

But my caring sorrows

Calling for tomorrows

To blacken again my little face

Alas! I'm searching again

The broken wings of my dreams.


Mimoun Zeggai

Oujda 16/02/2016

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