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I would not ask you to pluck a single feather from your wings for me,
But Heaven knows,
I cannot fly anymore.
A/N: Does this count as sad poetry? I was sad when I wrote it - and sat in a nature reserve. Some sort of gloomy, melancholic, poet spirit must have possessed me!
I hope you're all having a wonderful time where you are! I am on holiday now, and looking forward to taking some time to catch up on some of the work from my fellow Vocal writers!
-TWW
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Comments (5)
ah yes...so few words say so much more. Very sad...hope you're alright and enjoying your holiday?
I hope you're not sad anymore. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
Definitely sad poetry.
Wow so sharp and to the point!
You are missed!