The Wings

Sky is empty and sea is too deep
But no bounds are enough to keep
In bounds the Wings ,
Yes they are tired and defeated
Witness of the mistakes repeated
Yet they do sing..
With the rhyme of winds and spaces
When the mood and flavor matches
They fly the distances
Foolhardy , dont hide , never subside
Make a deafening sound when collide
and they do sink
Challenging their own limits and pace
Searching the ambition , divine solace
they do cry
Reminding the every tear they weep
No bounds are enough to keep
In bounds the wings..