Wings
of fire
Nesting among the shades of past love
Lost most of the trail of long promises
that
Were though fulfilled
Lost the aroma of love.
Wings of fire flew away in storms of
dust.
If no money, how would it be Honey?
Now with hunger gone for love
Thirst for money swept in.
What is that hearts seek?
Different colors of desires to be
planted and painted ?
I will wait till you come.
Wait weighs more now than a sorry
untold.
Wings of fire swept in the floods of
non acceptance of your wishes vs my wishes.
The Planned Play Ends...
Wings of fire flew again as an act of
habit..
Wings of fire.