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Poetry

For all those who broke their glass slipper and still search for stars in the shards.

Grace of Wings

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by GlassDryad

by GlassDryad

*Ink from 2009...

Blithely now

To the crack of doom—

Smile, smile.

I wend my way

To the blurring edge—

Falling, flying.

Lacking the grace of wings,

Cruel airs drop me far and fast—

I do not cry.

My soul is many-feathered:

The sky is ever mine.

But if I err,

Let it be on the side

Of love

Freely, and forever.