Angel Wings by Carol Heyer
“I would rather be a bird above you.
Could fly far,
Against the windstorm of morning.
Into the pale, blue breaks,
Away from the madness around you.
Sparkling in with the sun.
Blending in myriads of orange and blue.
Where magic flies free.
On the run.
Wings are a madness against me.
They brazen my cold pale feet.
And throw me into the horizon.
Where Angels and seen creatures,
I would rather be a bird above you.
Tide, wind and rain.
Standing on beaches of sand and shells.
Awaiting a hurricane.
Plucked from my back are my feathers.
And pulled from my sides are my wings.
And now I stand here on the seashore.
Admiring the little things.”
Written by Lucia Sullivan copyright 2018 all rights reserved
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