What do you think when someone says wings?
Do you think of the beautiful snow-white angel wings?
Or the delicate, see-through ones with the pretty swirls from Tinker Bell?
Or do you think of dreams?
Our dreams that we hold
Close to our hearts
Our dreams are our wings,
Allowing us to soar through life
Our dreams are our wings,
Defining us and showing the world
Who we are and what we are
Our dreams are our wings,
And when our wings break,
What is the point of life?
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The Gateway To My Mind // #Wattys2019
PoetryA forever ongoing collection of all the poems I've ever written. #753 in Poetry, 11/3/2017 #21 in Randompoems, 2/11/2019
