A tired Dove.. Hana.Shishiny

Has life become a faking game
Playing the face of happiness
Of contentment and peace of mind...
Of ever  blooming spring
,When heart keeps the flames..

Tired of being a flying Dove
Searching light, in far away skies
Wings falling.. Barefeet bleeding in thrive
Looking for a gate to open, to Bliss from above..

O God.. Open that gate for me
Hold me in your blessing arms
World is aching.. Wounded... to be free
Seeking your healing warmth.. Your heaven's balm

By Hana.Shishiny
May 2020
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