New Feathers, New Flight
Growing new feathers
stiff bones and frond wisps
Plumes iridescent
Flaming bronze and gold
to snatch ripe currents
Blown on the wind
me and these wings
full of new hope
and soft landings
Take the sky
Test your wings
Fly with me
We'll soar
alive!
Free!
.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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