The wings I once owned when I was young
Shed and stung
Bending the colorless dye
Goodbye I say
As little sprouts emerge into the open
Crashing into the light
Night sneaked up from behind
Soaking the fire into oblivion
But a gentle push was enough for me to open my eyes
To see what lies in front of me
My wings spread through the abyss
And I aim for the bright orb that floated
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STARRY NIGHT
PoetryHello there~ My name is Cello-oh. I am a new at any of this. This is just an old poem unit project. I just wanted others to read this even if it was from my high school years. The poem takes the Star cycle as inspiration and my emotions from the be...
