hidden realm || poetry

hidden realm || poetry

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the truth is that, i painted the sky, drew two wings, thought i could fly, but when he came by, although for a time- he taught me; the sky could be pink, yellow, orange or blue- the choice is really mine..
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BASED LOOSELY ON THIS PROMPT: A long time ago, every human had wings. When you were born, they were white, but they changed to all colours of the rainbow given what kind of life you live, from a light yellow to a dark blue. However, in this time, only stumps are left, coloured in a muddy grey. No one remembers why humans left their wings, and no one cares anymore. That is until a young man appears, seemingly without memory, with wings as tall as he is himself, fully feathered...but coloured in the darkest shade of black. credits to https://weheartit.com/entry/324896801 for cover art thank you💞

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