We lose ourselves to the sky
We grow wings and we start to Fly
But once we lose the Track of ourselves
We Step Down, take off our wings and put them on shelves
We Run to the nearest Highway
Rainy, Sunny, Windy or Foggy. We stay
In hope to understand what we've missed
To know that in Each Darken Corner. Life..Somehow is blessed
To Realize that After a Rainy day
Sun will Breaks the Dark clouds with a single Ray
Sarah Ibrahim ©