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IF I HAD WINGS

if I could

I would soar up high

surfing the clouds

embracing blue breezes

chasing and catching

golden reddish colors of sunsets

 

I would look down with fondness

upon earth

green trees swaying in conversation

with one another

majestic mountains wrinkled with age

dunes riddled with the language of winds

the scintillating sparkle

of oceans’ movement

 

I would dive down only to feed

avoiding the negativity of human kind

blessing some with my droppings

admiring the perseverance of others

absorbing the good and hope

that give rise to my wings

 

if I could

I would never come down

to witness the sadness

not just man’s inhumanity to mankind

and to the earth

but the natural sadness

people and places lost and forgotten

with the passage of time

 

but soaring above

doesn’t undo pain and hurt

and by avoiding the negative

in duality, you pass over joy

 

it seems we are hardwired

to form relationships

that both break and heal us

make us lonely

and fill our hearts

 

but on this day

I would rather fly up high

and forget about everything

 

Del Maximo

(c)08/01/2022

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Aug 5, 2022
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The anniversary of my brother’s passing caught me by surprise so I sat down and wrote this while I was in my feels.

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