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Unbound Wings

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varawdn

Published: Dec 16, 2007

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Flying through the sky,
Soaring on the breeze.
Feeling the wind
Ruffle my wings.
Over and under,
Diving and rising,
I play about
Upon the trees.

I'm happiest then
With unbound wings.

Through the passes,
Over the seas,
I have the spray
To wet my wings.
Up and down
Along with the waves,
I flap to stay
Above the sea.

I'm happiest then
With unbound wings.

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This was actually taken from someone's journal. they're words were the whole, "I'm happiest then, with unbound wings." they used it in a different context, but i thought it sounded cool in this context.

i used this poem in one of my friends' Christmas card, making it part of my Christmas card series.