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Broken Wings

December 14, 2023
By 4staus SILVER, Hartland, Wisconsin
4staus SILVER, Hartland, Wisconsin
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Broken wings,

I can not fly.

Locked in a box,

why do I try?

Falling apart,

I might just cry. 

It’s matter of time,

before I die. 

My beauty in the my ocean blue,

all a waste, what a shame. 

My motivation has no spark,

A waste of a flame.

My face tomato red,

I am embarrassed.

I want to be free,

flying in the forest. 


The author's comments:

This is Ekphrastic Poetry. 


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