She stood at the hill
looking over the dry grass,
the shrubs, the roads below
her back tingled
at her shoulder blades
where she waited
for wings to sprout.
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She stood at the hill
looking over the dry grass,
the shrubs, the roads below
her back tingled
at her shoulder blades
where she waited
for wings to sprout.
Comments are closed.
it’s a short poem with a lot of sence on it … very expressive.. i loved this