The
broken bird
with broken wings
can't fly high enough
to reach the sky
so she dived
deep
into the sea
breaking the still reflection
of the end less blue.
YOU ARE READING
A Graveyard Of Words
PoetryA poetry collection ------------------- My words will just die without having been read My voice will only be swallowed by the cavern of thoughts without leaving an echo My stories will cease to exist. COMPLETED. ©bil garcia/ flightywords
