Wings

An angel's wings are a sweet, pure white

Shining, gleaming, even in the night.

A bird's wings are beautiful colors of many

For which people would pretty penny.

Wings in the air glide so smoothly

Looking away can be done only rudely.

A wing feather floats gently to the ground

Its hairs swirl in the breeze, all around.

The wings of your heart allow it to fly

No matter where, when, or why.

In my dreams, I can sprout wings

And fly with the stars as an angel sings.


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