If I were meant to fly,
I would have been born
Like a bird with wings
But only my mind has them:
Magically my thoughts fly
And so my vivid dreams!
Only my imaginary wings
Can flap against the wind
And be able to reach you
All the way there
in your peaceful nest!
Knowing that birds
can also sing
But can never write,
I take the liberty
To drop my humble lines
On this blank page
Since I am the poet,
Not the singing bird!
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New York City
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