All people saw were her incomplete wings
Like a broken angel, a sad state
But what they didn't realize was that
They were nothing but her fate
She hadn't fallen from above
Instead her feathers grew
When she spread her joy and love
And she was chosen like so few
To be among the clouds so white
To be the guiding light
To make the future more bright
And make sure that the light overcomes the night
She wasn't born an angel, she made herself one
She made herself an angel
And angel upon our land
YOU ARE READING
Through poetry, I fly
PuisiPoetry is the door to a new world. A world that lives through the magic of words. Poetry is my way of making the impossible, possible and I'd love to share that with you through this book. Enjoy reading!
