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This poem is a working progress. Admittedly my mind does not grasp the true workings of what makes a poem, it doesn't even grasp whether the other peoples poems I read are any good. But I can at least say I attempted it. So :P

Submitted:Jul 17, 2010    Reads: 46    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

"Angels Reborn"

With an anguished cry, the last of my wings fall

Within my sea of feathers, I drift into the waiting darkness

With the gentlest of whispers, my world awakens

Within my swimming thoughts, I return to the light


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