Carpets

Every day swarms of birds fly away
People reach the moon
Planes take off from the airports

Carpets would also like to fly away

trampled faded trapped
crushed by tables and wardrobes
they never will

Covered in dust
Alone in empty rooms

unstitched tassels

wings clipped

Everyone has forgotten about carpets

Please review if you accidently read it X3!
And don't worry, I'm not going to submit more poems ;D