Wings

It’s always good

to exist-

to breathe-

even when Life

dances in the rhythm

of black and white-

the wild woman

never forgets

her wings-

Posted for Sunday Muse #153 hosted by Carrie

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14 thoughts on “Wings

  1. Sumana, I’m in love with your wild woman. She is just my type, poem and picture both, I am glad she is caring for her wings. They come in handy.
    ..

  2. “The wild woman never forgets her wings.” I love that. Even though this wild woman’s wings are tired – I still remember those times when I flew! Lovely to read you, always, Sumana.

Thank You :)

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