We waited like birds that had lost their wings
With our feathers lying at our feet
Our heads turned up, offering a smile
Until showers of faded leaves fell on our faces
Plucked from the hearts
Of our trees
Refusing to ask questions before time ended
We became unsure of our skies
Lowered our heads, denying our smiles
To the continuance of life
Thinking it was not possible to feel joy
If we cried
We did not know that we could fly up in wonder
Our wings remained ever secure
Even when we could not feel the sunlight
Brush the flowers in our fields
Or move into the doors of our lives
Bright and pure
Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 4:03 PM UTC
We waited like birds that had lost their wings
With our feathers lying at our feet
Our heads turned up, offering a smile
Until showers of faded leaves fell on our faces
Plucked from the hearts
Of our trees
Refusing to ask questions before time ended
We became unsure of our skies
Lowered our heads, denying our smiles
To the continuance of life
Thinking it was not possible to feel joy
If we cried
We did not know that we could fly up in wonder
Our wings remained ever secure
Even when we could not feel the sunlight
Brush the flowers in our fields
Or move into the doors of our lives
Bright and pure
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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