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[bodytext] => WINGS (T. Beechey) There was a boy who yearned to fly and,for hours,he'd watch the birds in the sky And one could tell by his eye's gleam that some way,someday he would realize his dream From his body he sprouted wings --- beautiful,gorgeous,spectacular things With the colors of a thousand springs and all the splendor which nature brings And they spanned the entire world,shielding all from rains as they unfurled And,as they were drawn and curled,the color trails swooped and swirled First,he leapt into the wind but,from this plan,he chose to rescind So he kept the wind to his back,but all he knew faded to black He tried to take off on a run,but grew entangled in the rays of the sun Finally,he tried just staying still and remained just that way until... He gazed once more at the beauty he found within the sky,then looked around At what to him was now a cell from which he would eternally dwell And so his wings began to rot,his dreams of flight were no longer a thought The colors,once brilliant,began to dull...leaving behind nothing at all He watched as others took his place and soared above with glamour and grace And,to each one,he wished them well as he awaited the tolling of the bell For that was all that remained,now indelibly ingrained Upon his soul to bear the shame,upon the stone to bear his name So,he watched as the world passed him by without a glance to his tear-stained eye And,when came the time for him to die ---- since no one cared,no one asked why [comments] => 1 [counter] => 196 [topic] => 40 [informant] => trivking64 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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