Flying with my soul

December 24, 2012
Wings are treasure bigger than gold. If you have wig sing in their presence or show to the world from the sky who dare look up from below. But my wings won't fly so they are useless like sliver. Because of this I keep my hidden so no one can see.They are dead or perhaps broken I am not really sure. Lost in thought of never being able to fly while everyone off and I far behind. So I cut my wings and buries in the soil apart of me was gone but another grew inside. I walk toward the sky with no regrets but with laughter of the happiness I felt to let myself be open to the world. But without knowing I was flying off the ground on my own.

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Maldivian said...
Jul. 27, 2013 at 9:16 pm
very good ....keep up the good work
Got99ProblemsButMyFaithAintOne said...
Dec. 31, 2012 at 4:46 pm
I really do like this poem and the pic. The only thing I'd say is to proof read it again. Found some simple mistakes. Other than that, Nice Work!
AhtmahKhalsa said...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 2:30 pm
Very Good! I Love It! :)
WORDFREAK1 said...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 11:13 am
It is a great poem and I just wanna say that I always could tell you were an angel. Good job
Teedybear said...
Dec. 29, 2012 at 8:52 pm
Nice poem i love great job  
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