Fragmentary soul,
Expressed in poetic form.
An express love letter,
A call to arms—
Loving arms, to hold me.
This is my soul.
It’s been said that we
Are but one-winged angels,
Broken,
Flightless,
Unless we grasp each other.
Anam cara,
Where are you?
I’m calling.
I’m calling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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