Cry only when nothing is left to try
Look up when you have to raise hands towards sky
So nothing which can compel you to feel shy?
Feel helpless only when you have weak wings to fly
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Cry only when nothing is left to try Look up when you have to raise hands towards sky So nothing which can compel you to feel shy? Feel helpless only when you have weak wings to fly
ouiville This poem has me in two minds. The rhyme feels slighty forced, however the sentiment is very strong and poignant. The mystery of poetry.