wings
The wing lined with feathers
All pull together
To lift the bird from the ground to the sky
He will soar on the breeze
And dive through the trees
Until he dives from the highest of highs
He will glide, and he will fly
Till darkness consumes the sky
When the moon replaces the light
But without all his feathers
To the ground he is tethered
A prisoner to the ground without flight
This poem is about:
Me
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