Tibek (tibek) wrote in shinahil,

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The Feeling of Wings

As I stand on this plateau again,
Feelings well up in my mind,
And I can see tomorrow.

Down the high ridge something I will send,
My body and my worn being,
And I can see today.

All the world I see, below me, passing slowly.
I want to be free, to be me, to go freely.

But this I cannot grant,
This I cannot see,
Cannot be,
Can't be free...

And so how will it end?
My spirit will I mend?
What is around the bend
For me?

As I stand on this plateau again,
Distant bitter tears I shed,
And I can see my past.

The wind stirs my wings, consulting me,
Advising me to try and fly,
And I can see my end.
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