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[Poetry] Flying things

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Flying things

A source of fear

they run away,

children scared

of me, they say.


But I am nice

and I am kind,

or is it just

that they are blind?


They don't know

they don't see

the beauty that's

inside of me.


Deep in the forest

all alone,

I sit and stay

on this cold stone.


I'll spread my wings

and fly away,

beauty or beast

for another day.


Hannah Donohue 2020

© 2020 Kerdon

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