Tanvi J Shah
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Flying high, up above, from down beneath I see them soar,
A pinch of pain, a broken heart,
My wings are clipped, I want to fly.
It is not anger, it is the pain,
Not of others, but the wings in vain.
Tears have stopped, but my heart it aches,
A wishful thought is all it takes.
The pain is such, it makes you strive,
It makes you dream and want to fly,
Hopes you build, hard and strong,
Keep that smile, its where it belongs.
The watery eyes blurs the sight,
Look beyond, you need to fight,
Loosen up, don't be so uptight.
Eyes desire, wings...