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Saturday, March 17, 2012


Wings, black as night,
Beat the air as they climb.
Higher and higher, they rise,
Lifting you up, above the darkness.

Wings, bright as day,
Threaten to pull you under.
Under the waves of despair,
Stripping you of all hope.

Wings, gray as love,
Beats the white away.
Soothes the darkness
And shares the Dark's burden.


  1. I found my way here from someone else's blog. Anyhow, this poem really really touched me. I feel like it has alot of meaning for me right now. Thanks!

    1. Hey! I'm glad you liked this poem. It came to me when a friend of mine was going through a hard time.

      I would love to hear what meaning it has for you. :)

      Thank YOU for commenting and reading. :)