I grew my own wings, so I can fly high by myself.
I don't need you to bring me the moon, stars, or something else.
I taught myself, I don't need an arm to rest.
Because I know I can do my best.
With independence, I am dressed.
And With my wings, I'll soar and build my nest.
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Pages of my heart :A literary journey
PoetryPoetry Book Through poetry, we express our pains, sorrows, and solace in beautiful poetic form.
