Wings
Poems(Random, Different Kind)Wings
For too long,
The wings had been tacked in,
Forgetting it was there.
For too long,
The wings had not been used,
Forgetting it was there.
Looking up,
The sky seems so high,
Forgetting the touch of the wind.
Looking up,
The sky seems so blue,
Forgetting the touch of the wind.
For a moment,
Dreaming to unfold the wings,
To breathe in the fresh air once again.
For a moment,
Dreaming to spread the wings,
To breathe in the fresh air once again.
One instant,
A lift of one feather,
A sparkle of a tiny motion.
One instant,
A ruffle of one feather,
A sparkle of a tiny motion.
Writer's note: Composed Dec. 17, 2016
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