Wings, Poem

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Sometimes I wish for wings to take me far away
Floating gently above the clouds
The night sky will caress me
Tell me, "It's okay"
And the sunrise will thank me for being alive
The High Sun will burn with passion and strength
To fly high and fast though nothing's at stake
And Dusk will welcome me with open arms
Away from them, Away from here.

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