Growing wings

Growing wings

She awoke
one morning,
with an enchanted urge
to stretch up to the skies.
She closed her eyes,
reached to the heavens
and let out her inner battle cries
calling out
all the ideals she cherishes,
and the practices she applies,
as well as
those she perishes,
when they arise.

That smile in her heart,
was her real work of art,
and upon this experience
she started noticing some things,
and before she
knew what was happening,
she was growing wings.

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