Poetry

Awakening

Are you awake now? Ready to fly? Your time has come now. Waiting are the skies.


It’s been so long…

The dirt and the dust are brushed off by the wind.

So numb…

The wings are spreading slowly.

And this pain echoing through the eyes as they open…

The light greets.

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