| Of Flight Fallen angels never speak. Their lips are bruised and light. Mother says their tongues are weak. Father claims they've lost the right. Fallen angels never sleep. Their eyelids shield the dreams. Mother claims their scars are deep. Father says they block the screams. Fallen angels never feel. Their skin is made of stone. Mother says their loss is real. Father claims they walk alone. Fallen angels never fly. Their hearts are raised with strings. I wish my parents wouldn't cry. I only went to get my wings. |
| Copyright 1999 Khalid Quesada. |
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