Sometimes, I wonder.
I may wonder far.
I may wonder deep.
Sometimes, I wonder.
I may wonder who I am.
I may wonder why I am.
Yes, sometimes I wonder.
Because I have wings.
Sometimes, I watch.
I may watch what others watch.
I may watch others watching.
Sometimes, I watch.
I may watch the flames between my fingers.
I may watch the dreams in my sleep.
Yes, sometimes I watch.
Because I have wings.
Sometimes, I weep.
I may weep because I hurt.
I may weep because someone else hurts.
Sometimes, I weep.
I may weep because I needed to be heard.
I may weep because I needed to know I could.
Yes, sometimes I weep.
Because I have wings.
Sometimes, I fly.
And when I fly, the clouds embrace me.
When I fly, the stars twinkle in smiles.
When I fly, I soar.
Yes, sometimes I fly.
Because I have wings.
I have wings that let me wonder.
I have wings that let me watch.
I have wings that let me weep.
I have wings that let me fly.
Yes, I have wings.
Because I have a mind.
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YOU ARE READING
I have wings.
PoetryA short story of how I have wings. And how I can fly. ... Can you fly too? Do you have wings?
