The Wounded Wings

About this book

A small girl, with lots of dreams, one born with fairy blood, who dance with the darkness. I had wings, they were strong. My wings was a symbol of my survival. But they were stolen from me. I was a good soul until my heart was broken. Now Iam going through a self-healing process .This is my comeback….. My sweet revenge for all who hurt me. I need my wings back

Details

Author

AMRITA DILEEP

Category

Poems