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The wings that made me know.


The wind was blowing

Wasn't I knowing?

The water was flowing.

Wasn't I knowing?

The fire kept on glowing.

Wasn't I knowing?

Every plant kept growing

Wasn't I knowing?

I knew it all but I wasn't following.

Why wasn't I following?

 

At last I was able to fly.

Straight to the blue sky.

I felt like a dragon fly

Showing off to the housefly.

 

With my new wings

I could see many things.

With my blue wings

I could do many thngs.

 

I saw what I had never seen.

I went where I had never been.

I did what I had never done

My new wings were over done

So with them I had fun.

For I went closer to the sun.

It was so bright the sun.

 

The wind was blowing.

I was feeling it.

The fire was glowing.

I was feeling it

The water was flowing.

I was seeing it.

The plants kept on growing

I was knowing it.

Because I was now flying.

 

 

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Elfuric

Ever since I learnt how to write I never stopped writing short stories, poems and ideas. I am from Africa living in South Africa, Joburg. I am a business man with a love for music and writing. Its lovely how a poem can be turned into a song. Rhythm and Words are my closest friends. I respect The Sound of Life and the power in following your Heart which makes Music till the day you die.

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