broken

you feel,

my roads are covered with roses?
But my wings were broken,
it was nothing,
but the rain,
that bribed the wind,
and helped me fly.


But i could never find a way,
out of those eyes
whose love turned me red
from a blue butterfly.

And as i realized
this is where i wish to stay,
i was reincarnated to a dust
that had to move away,
though beautifully broken

from inside,
the wind that blows
still reminds,
those eyes were of no one,
but of you ,my rain,
who helps me to heal
tonight.