When the world is getting quiet
When fate cuts its final strings
And I can fly no longer
Give someone else my wings
As I take my final breath
And a tear filled chorus rings
Let broken hearts fly once again
Give someone else my wings
In the air around us
The cry of the sick and injured rings
But together we can stop this,
For as we die
We can pass on our wings
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Tailwind: Poems by a Teenage Naturalist
Poetry🕊️A 2018 Watty's Longlisted Work!🕊️ ...the girl asked the raven how she could fly. The Raven told her it was easy. All she needed was a tailwind to help her heart soar. Flight lets you see the world from a different perspective. My eyes are ope...
