Feelings trapped within
like birds with stunted wings
unable to soar
not knowing how to fly
flap useless wings
so hard they try.
Will you be my wings my love
and teach me to fly
let me roam the skies
free as any bird that flies..
When I am tired
I’ll return to nest
in the circle of your arms
your sweet embrace
for you are my dream
my heaven on earth
you are all I want
in this life or the next.
-Shail Mohan (Oct 2007)
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Wow! That is fantastic! One of your best yet and THAT is saying a lot!
DeeAnne: Thank you!! You are kind.
Love is a gift of one’s inner most soul to another so both can be whole.
Onceagain a beautiful poem, Shail Mam.
“Love beautifully expressed”
Vikram: Thank you. What beautiful words: “Love is a gift of one’s inner most soul to another so both can be whole“