#Flights of Fancy: Wings #Poetry

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Wings

On eagle’s wings, I fly at night

My love denied.

She sleeps below

An aged curse keeps space apart

A stone I’ll drop on waters shine

To break the spell, to make her mine…

Don’t lie beside me, cold and dead

Don’t leave those words unsaid

Don’t let love seep beneath the floor

I am the same as I was before…

©Anita Dawes

 

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