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| This is a poem about the freedom of being able to fly like an angel. |
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My Wings
Once on the wind, I rode
Out, took flight, left ground.
My soul unhinged from
What is known as my life.
The wind she took me where
My mind did fill with the
Thrill of fire, and my wings
Took shape.
The race, the motion, all
In the rush. The thrill, the joy,
My knuckles glowing white, I
Could have flown forever.
But the wind, she heeded not
For the air was gone from
Under me, my wings but empty,
Til the next gust.
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'My Wings':
• Created by:
David Watson• Copyright: ©David Watson. All rights reserved!
• Keywords: Angels, Flight, Freedom, Poem, Wings
• Categories: Angels, Religious, Spiritual, Holy
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