In mind when melancholy has anchored
like a ship immovable
let my heart hear your whispers
your songs
the un-winged angels bring
in both gentle and rough winds
to unhinge my soul
for dancing
after smooth, or a jolting shift of gears
altering reasons and changing my vision
lest i sink in mud
that sadness
mixed with pity flowing
like water to keep ground soft
and my wings stuck
disabling
my soaring toward clouds
sailing on the wings of your storm
on paths high, much higher
above head
encasing the brain
detached
from angels’
dancing
© Tanmoy
©lostlove00
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