
Wings Up Wings Down
birds in flight
a common sight
i painted birds’
wings up
my lover painted
wings down
though we both saw
wings moving
both up and down
or soaring straight
then folded when
resting on the ground
he’s flown away
with his pessimism
i flew away too
still on the wings
of my optimism
still watching birds’
wings moving
both up and down
or soaring straight
then folded when
resting on the ground
March 8, 2023
Shelley Audrey Wilson
Victoria, BC
Lovely poem.
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Thanks. 💕✨
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So visual. So lovely.
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