There's a star
that i wish to come by
All my days
it's waking me
around, within me.
I hone my gizzards
more flap, deeper flap
trying to feel every muscle
feeling the air in each stroke
and push
Ahead, adventure is threatened though
A scupper
A swillage
Baggy wrinkles
The way to learn
sometimes in a monsoon
Remembering with bravery
that my wings
After all
will take me up so high
And take me to the sky.
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