Crimson Wings (Poem)

Crimson Wings to reach the heights

Heights beyond the skies

Eyes to see not gauge

The strains ahead, Rage.

Crimson Wings?

Things they never saw.

But wings? They definitely heard.

Crimson Wings, to reach beyond a mountain

No youth is found in fountains

Rather in pages and books, and in dreams

‘It seems my Wings cannot come off’

Crimson Wings to reach on high,

goodbye and fairly well.

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