Fly
The birds fly high,
Dancing through clouds
And twisting through the air.
They pay no mind to her.
She watches,
Entranced by them,
Eyes full of wonder.
She wants to fly.
But the air is too thick for her,
Her wings nonexistent,
And the feathers never grew.
She's stuck on Earth.
So she lives,
Full of wishes
That will never be fulfilled.
Just like the rest of us.
Perhaps some day,
She'll grow wings,
And she'll finally fly.
The sky around her would sing.
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2016 collection
PoetryA collection featuring the amazing Poets that call the Poets Pub home.
