Fragile Wings

A poem for Blazey's Contest.  F r a g i l e W i n g s

It’s hard to hold on

I’m losing my grip

My talons grow weak

I can no longer clutch to this branch

The branch of life

With blossoms of love

My claws begin to slip

Until I start to f

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Falling downwards

I let my fragile wings spread

And I glide up, the wind pushing me along

<p style="text-align: center;">But fragile wings let go, and once more I <p style="text-align: center;">f

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<p style="text-align: center;">There is no flight

<p style="text-align: center;">There is nothing to hold on to

<p style="text-align: center;">Fragile Wings of the Fluttering Bird

<p style="text-align: center;">Go limp, as she plummets to her death