The Winged

 

My shoulders carry a gentle-downy burden

enclosed and curled up i seem to nest

spread out and straight I seem to float

the light above I cannot shut out

warmth encloses me all around

yet no body holds me

as I sigh and stand to glide

I realize sleep is not for the winged…

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