I thought I would have wings before my face had feathers. Wings were what I wanted most. Wings were why I paid the price. So far it does not hurt, well, it does but less than you might think. And I am told that all is well, but every case is different and can only be predicted within certain limits, though so many have gone before me. In the late afternoon.I see one or two or sometimes three in the sky above the city. That is where I want to be.
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ReplyDeletebefore my face had feathers.
Wings were what I wanted most.
Wings were why I paid the price.
So far it does not hurt, well, it does
but less than you might think.
And I am told that all is well,
but every case is different
and can only be predicted
within certain limits, though
so many have gone before me.
In the late afternoon.I see
one or two or sometimes three
in the sky above the city.
That is where I want to be.
when you write something, i think i thought about it when i made the image. or at least when i named it. which i did, probably. or didn't.
Deletelove and always thanks <3
each one fallen has its own tale to tell
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