What if I,
Could grow wings and fly,
In cotton clouds,
That floated in a blue sky?
What would you say,
If feathers of snow,
Grew from my back?
And wings of leather,
Grew jet black?
What would you think,
If I soared in the air?
Twirling and diving
Without a care.
What would you do
If I f e l l ?
My wings went limp,
The soft feathers grew weak.
Leather long fingers crippled.
Slipping, F



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The floor of the sky.
Would you catch me?
Would you care?
Please spread your wings
Fly and save me.
For that is all
I ever wanted to see.