Posted in Life, Poetry

WINGS OF MADNESS

I have the wings of an eagle
Soaring high in the heavens
trying to look for something
But it could never be seen.
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I use these wings to make things right
but sometimes i lost the whole day bright
I just don’t know how not to lose my way
But i’m always going astray.
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Sometimes i used to soar in the sky
And don’t know the reason why
Just spread my wings up on high
And bothered about the things at night.

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