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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