A broken feather does not wish to forget the memory of the sky. He still dreams about flying. The shell always carries the memory of the sea. Sometimes it becomes difficult to let go of a life that defined you. The memories will stay till your final day. Here is a poem about a broken feather, detached from his bird, its story needs to be heard.
This is a poem about two star crossed lovers- the dew and its leaf. The dew shall return every night even if it has to fall in the morning light.
When you stitch your broken wings and get ready for another act,you cannot really fly, you can just react.