Something was left behind

Some of us just are like rays of a new day, always ready to fly as fast and fast as possible..But some see beauty as a flare of pain, only to remind them what they can't be.
When you see a wounded bird or someone ugly with tears upon their face., Will you too walk away and laugh on your way?
There might come a day your wings will break and night becomes your day.. then all you once were means nothing and becomes dead, like the winter's frost that doesn't melt away.

© Kirsi Salonen 2006