Flight Poem by Joyce Rugg

Flight



</>What will it take,
To make this stop?
I’m sick of this cliff,
Just let me drop

Let me sleep
Kill the light
Let me fall;
It’s almost flight

I’ll break away
From heartless things.
For only a moment,
I’ll have wings

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