Wings

hollow-eyed girl,

her heart in her hand

silently waits.

Finding she had wings,

one spring day, she

gazed up at the sky and

decided to test them in flight.

For a moment she soared.

The air considered her, dubiously,

watching her strange path,

sniffing at her odd, awkward span of wing.

Then, quickly,

it threw her back.


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