I used to fly
Until my life was cut short
By a silent killer.
I used to soar above your spires
But then I met
An invisible murderer
What brings you light
Burns out mine.
A portal to death.
The heartbeat of your cities
Are the beats of my kind
Colliding with fate
My life has ended.
All that remains
Is a feather on the breeze
And my ghostly print on your window.
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Tailwind: Poems by a Teenage Naturalist
Poetry🕊️A 2018 Watty's Longlisted Work!🕊️ ...the girl asked the raven how she could fly. The Raven told her it was easy. All she needed was a tailwind to help her heart soar. Flight lets you see the world from a different perspective. My eyes are ope...
