She had a dream..she wanted to fly
She wasn't afraid cuz she wantd to touch the sky
She wanted to spread her developin wings
Uncertain of anything that time will bring
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Good poem, my wings are here but I'm bot seeing them.- You have a good poem. But she has decided to move with whatever life brings, She is learning to fly with broken wings.
I am totally mesmerised with this me. Especially the last 'she is learnin to fly with broken wings' it is a beautiful line.