Flashback of A Broken Cord (part 1)

 

The clock was fast Tick-tocking
The brain pressing a pause button
The physical is resolute to move ahead
The first flight experience is real

As I fly higher into the sky
With five fingers hanging on
The Air waving with a laden heart

Was Lovely enveloped in the
Arms of a smoking white cloud
Accompanied by a visible rolling
salty balls water from the eyes
“A cord of love is broken”
The desire to love again is gone
Gone with the rising smoking cloud

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