Journey

Almost Flying

I was once told

That there's a place

Up above the sky.

It was very grandeur,

Grander than anything earthly,

Even any of the Seven Wonders.

The people were clothed in gold,

And their fiery faces

Caught my wanting eyes.

Their wings were coated in silver

And they glowed so brightly

That they made me ponder.

Their wings were very captivating 

That I wanted to have them

Even if they meant death.

Then one of the angels

Gave me the wings 

I had long to have.

With glee I was flying 

To the heavens with them,

Taking away my breath.

And that was when I fell,

Dissipating into nothing

Like the fate Icarus had.

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A/N: Hey guys. I about to write this poem for PPC, but the topic is different. However, since I like this poem, so I put this poem in this book. Do you like it? If you do, comment, vote, and share. Over and out.