White Wings


Come, feel the softness of my wings.
Sense the love that I want to show,
Feel the care I want you to see.
For these white wings are made for you.

Come, feel free to rest on my wings.
Taste the comfort it will bring
Showing you the safety you wish.
For these white wings are made for you.

Come, hold my hand and we will fly.
We will touch those clouds on the sky,
Smell the tranquility it grants.
For these white wings are made for you.

But, if you still doubt on my wings,
Feel free to tear it off my back.
For these white wings are made for you,
And these white wings are made by love.




This is a poem I created six years ago. During that time, I was so in love with the fact of having wings like an angel. :)

For whom I might dedicate this, well, I think there are things that sometimes needs to be kept instead.

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