Your wings,
that made from cut and bruises
tangled mess and scattering pieces
the ones that emerged from the pain
are the ones that now reaching out towards the sky ;
shining with its own light
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ƑALLƖƝƓ ƬӇƠƲƓӇƬS
Poetry꒰ ͜͡➸ ❛❛𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 ...
Wings
Your wings,
that made from cut and bruises
tangled mess and scattering pieces
the ones that emerged from the pain
are the ones that now reaching out towards the sky ;
shining with its own light
