The wings attached to my back
are not my own
but that of a giant bird
who's wings expand to reach the clouds
of that blue blue sky
that shines brighter than any jewel or gem
with the sun as its all-seeing eye.
Closing my eyes
I focus on the happy tune
the wind sings in my ears
and the pressure of gravity
trying so desperately
to pull me down.
But here I am
touching the sky that seemed so far away
with a little help from a bird with
beautiful large white wings.
I want to fly,
and, with a little help, I can.
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posted by Imperfect Angell @ 6:08 PM
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