I’m a bird with one wing Flying through thunderstorms time after time
When I am flying over mountains and rivers Nobody but they see the teardrops shining in my eyes
Only they understand my loneliness Only they know the secret of my sadness---- There is a hole in my heart Only my hero can mend it
I have waited for several decades He has not shown up yet But I know he is on the way Closer and closer day by day
He is flying to me with another wing Through thunderstorms over mountains and rivers as I do---- It is his mission to find me finally
Hope he knows where I am So not to waste his precious time Or he can show me just a clue Guiding me the way to his direction
For life is too short to waste Oh my love
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Posted: Jul 2009
About this poem:
I am really like a bird with only one wing. I always have the feeling of deep loneliness although I put myself in a crowd of people. I know the secret---I have not found and met the other half!
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