Burnt Wings Poem by Frank Moses Phiri
Burnt Wings
Her eyes draw me like a moth to a flame
Now afraid.
If I get close to, I will burn my wings
No longer the same
I will walk the roads, I used to see from above
She grounded me
No longer bright lightening
I am a moth on fire
Hypnotized by the her hips sway like flame in the wind
She is my down fall
And now my pride
Her presence is heaven
I will gladly walk the streets with her
She is Jewel worth losing wings for
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