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Broken Wings

some are born with clipped wings
others born to fly
injured birds, they sit so stilll
the flyers sweep the sky


some  adorned with golden wings
others  drab and grey
some have beauty when they sing
others watch and pray

birds of colour grace our skies
while others watch and weep
their wings so broken
and their hearts
are songless
so they sleep

as you fly with all your grace
remember those who cry
as you seek out distant fields
stop to say good bye

some can never leave their dreams
others soar soar so high
some have wings that will not heal
others sweep the sky








shenightowl shenightowl 51-55, F 3 Responses Jul 2, 2012

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This is a very beautiful and considerate poem, to feel of those less lucky than you when you are flying happy, what else could make a poem be more gentle, more humane? Your poem is wonderful, a flow of kindness into my soul, thank you!

my pleasure laughing soul, glad you liked it

Wow. Just wow. I've got goosebumps. Thank you so much for sharing.

my pleasure

Wonderful, wonderful.

thank you kevix