It has been days and nights,
Nights longer than the days,
The land is frozen and the bays;
The words have dissolved,
In the dark cold silence,
Pricks and pains one can sense;
Not a single ray of hope,
The hopeful eyes can see,
To break the ice in the sea;
The dawn can’t help,
Not even the spring,
One can’t fly with a broken wing;
It’s “your” rise that is longed for,
Like the sun for the earth,
To give a rejuvenated new birth!
Copyright 2016 Chitkala Mulye (Chitkala Aditosh
Chitkala Mulye 
Beautiful
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Thank you
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Nice! We will rise in the darkness for lighter days.
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Thanks
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Ya welcome
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🙂
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Shed the wings. It’s painful. But then you might feel the new air.
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Wow what an analogy!! Loved it!
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Beautifully written. 🙂
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Thanks 😀
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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Really powerful imagery, I love it ^^
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Thank u so much😊
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You’re welcome ^^
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Thanks for sharing this personal thought!
Eli
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Welcome
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My pleasure. 🙂 I’ve followed for more! Do stay in touch.
Eli
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Yes! Same to you!
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Three liner stanza…hmm reads good!
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Thanks a lot!!
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