They have broken wings
With bleeding hearts
Their sadness make them shine
With beautiful colors
The color of heaven
They always carry teary eyes
The young ones are blind
Sorrows sadness loneliness in their soul
Made them blind
To see the world
They sing and dance at night
They turn into complete emptiness
They whirl like snow breezes
Cold, yet, soft at the same time
Their gaze at me
Always make me sad
After every whirl they lose one wing, one color
It feels like color if rainbow is fading
They are dying in order to bring
Love in this world
They way silk to survive
Silk worm had to die
For birds of heaven
The color of world had to fade
In order to see the color of heaven
In sports of knowing that their heart will be broken
Once they broke the spell of hate from people’s heart
It will lead them to die
They sing the song of separation together
The last Dane
The dance of farewell
Under the tree of brokenhearted
In momosteango of Guatemala
The sky turn into black
The aura itself lost all its colors
To say last goodbye to all heaven birds
Who were here to brake the dark spell of hate
To brightening the hearts with Colors of love
But they lost their wings and their all colors
And return to their home
Goodbye birds of heaven
Don’t cry anymore
Goodbye
By Ainul Hayat
Amazing poetry