Wings | A poem by Lucy Beckley

Watching you test your wings,
Makes my heart sing.
A fragile flight,
Steered by your gentle might.
Given half a chance,
You playfully dance.
And bare your soul.
Filling that heavy hole.
At one with your own beat,
It’s no mean feat.
Softly, you land on my sleeve.
Please, oh please, don’t leave. 

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