I fly red ribbons
In a dauntless breeze
That carries whispers
Of my dreams:
To be a princess
To be a nurse
But to be recognised
Is most of all.
Above our heads
A fractured sky
Glimpses of red
And shadows nigh.
I fly red ribbons
I learn to fly
With broken wings
I own the sky.
YOU ARE READING
Parts of Me
PoetryWhenever you read one of my poems You hold a part of me, And it hides in my brain or beating heart Now I give it to thee. You may hold this precious Part For a while, at least. So treat it well, respect my thoughts, And there shall be a peace. For i...
