Waiting For Sunrise - Poem by Sahar Sahar
There is a weird echo in her words,
an utterance with broken wings,
Crawling to soar,
but futile gesture to capture,
and night falling,
from the sky,
an alone life,
With hoarsely breaths.
It takes time to regain wings,
and possibly not before springs.
Just waiting for sunrise,
a helpless bird,
On strange zones.
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