ButterflyInk13

Bird without wings          a poem I am a bird without wings With my heart in the sky and my head in the clouds but my actual form is wallowing trough the mud trekking trough the swamp People ask.... "what is the point of a bird without wings Why is there something so useless" A reply trough actions rather than words comes to those who listen with their heart I know its harder for beings like me because when you are in peril your heart screams "FLY" but you cannot fly you can only run but your legs are not made for running so surviving is a chore then people ask what is the point of surviving then the cry of the heart is louder than insti

A stillness of a thousand wings, after twilight, summons the woods to a mere silent night. If only the Moon’s moods agree with... The winds, the winds shifts between, shapes the trees, stirs from every star their shimmering light. And the reeds sing... captive in the lagoons, as if they were nightingales, in unison as the two rivers kiss changing their tides... with waters mud dark and ice cold. My boat has no keel, oars, no sails; it goes adrift with only a few words and tales it takes a part of my skin and bone, it takes too a part of my vagabond soul… so new… so old. Silence is broken. *K MARCH *Y © copyright

Cover: http://youtu.be/Y_8Zs0KO3wI ~~~~~~Chapter 1: ”Looking for you in the Sky”~~~~~~ An unknown, unseen realm… … covered in darkness The guardian… … is doomed to guard the lair of a dragon To calm the soul of the powerful and merciless dragon… … all Divas never stopped singing… … until the bitter end Many Divas has lost their lives… … and history repeats itself. My sweet Rin … Len… Who’s there? Sometimes, fate is cruel No, please! Don’t! It separated the twins… … Who were actually meant to be together A new Div