On the wings of false hopes.

She soared…….

On the wings of hope.

She rested her soul.

‘let it be, said she.

‘let love find me..

and truly behold.’

 .

That I exist only,

when it manifests

itself undoubtedly,

in a far ridden reality.

So I may be in rest.

Had she known ..

that she’d be alone..

yet again.

sunk into pain.

 .

On the wings of hope..   

She’d curse her soul.

she’d say, ’set me free!’

‘Let life find me..

in the death of cold.’

-Abee.A

Painting by me. >>