Melanie Agua - Winged

Oftentimes,
you make me a wing
so I could heave up high
and attempt to dream;
but not enough to fly
because like a boy's
cherished summer kite,
you pull from a string
so you can keep hold
and keep track
where I'm going...
Afraid that I'd soar
too far or too high
where you can't reach me,
you made me wings
just for your fancy.

Melanie Agua

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