They broke his wings calling his heart black.
Plucked off his feathers to pull him off the wire.
Ignoring the hurricane at the back they forgot,
That once mended,
Broken wings fly higher.
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Short Story"They call us dreamers, but we are the ones who never sleep." A collection of one shots, things that run through my mind at uncanny hours. Cover Credit : Samantha Ruiz
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They broke his wings calling his heart black.
Plucked off his feathers to pull him off the wire.
Ignoring the hurricane at the back they forgot,
That once mended,
Broken wings fly higher.
