Wednesday, 10 July 2013

A broken wing poem

A broken wing, poor thing, how long will you last?
With a broken wing you're fading fast.
No support I can offer will heal such hurt
And yet your eyes so bright and alert
You know poor one, it is hopeless 
You lay your head down in defeat
With a broken wing, you are so weak.
I'll wait with you till morning comes
You've already given up
A broken wing is the end
For you, wings were everything.

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