To return to flight

English poems

He flew with might high up towards the sky

With pride and dignity flap his wings hard

But the wind swooped and he flipped, caught off guard

Tried to call out, but nothing, no reply

In pain and sorrow, he looks up, asks why

Though he gave it all, he fell and was scarred

Now he sits alone, broken like a shard

Thinking of how the pain he can defy

So the days passed, through it his wings he patched

Praying each day that soon he can escape

From the deep black hole to which he is latched

He prays soon for his strength to take shape

His goal is to survive and be dispatched

To fly once more, leaving the world to gape

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