Crazylady Weirdo

Reaching Out - Poem by Crazylady Weirdo

To touch my life is to touch the sky.
I don’t exaggerate,
I don’t lie.
My wings are spread,
I’m ready to fly.
But instead I fall.
I fall and die.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 1, 2004

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