Lengthy signature of a gossamer soul

I stand in the stormy wind
And I am scared,
She takes me to an unknown place
Where the Angels play with the stars!
I wish that I could have remain here
As the two thirds of my journey finished
With the burning coal.
The rough sole without sandals
Familiar with all the pains
And I am a strange bull to the new pasturage!

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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