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Broken wings

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GhostOfTheEmptyGrave

Published: Oct 1, 2013

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I want to fly
But my wings are broken
So I stand on the ground
Looking up
At all the ones
Twirling in the sky
Imagining the wind
Passing through my feathers
While a tear
Runs down my cheek
Wishing I could
Leave the ground below
And fly!

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RVFanatic1

Dec 4, 2013

It's a bit of a tearjerker. It reminds of someone who tried to do something but they failed, and despite their best efforts wasn't able to accomplish it. It could also be taken as someone missing a loved one. They lost them and now they miss them and just wish to be with them and be in their arms again but know that they can't. all in all it's a good poem

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