Crooked Wings Poem by Lekë Loshi
Crooked Wings
How can you deny
My humble wish to fly?
Beyond all matter and resolve
Above all beings and their norm
I want my body to dissolve
I want reality bent of form
The fumes of smoke to shift
This lively rhythm far too swift
I want to fly, fly up high
Never let my spirit go down
Never let this haze die
I want grass, rock, and brown
'Don’t blame me for my crooked wings!
You have your own struggle” the angel sings
There’s nothing wrong in enjoying some bugle
I’ve had my way, never had any trouble
Maybe the needle stings
But so do the trifles of your mundane world
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4/26/2024 3:21:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Indeed your desire to fly is beyond and really no need to care for the crookedness of your wings, for they are only capable of giving you the required swift. Nice poetry. Thanks and keep sharing.