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Ancient Wings
A poem
May 30, 2019
One glance is enough
to see there is beauty
in the breaking down of
the old, the crumbling of
what was into something
new. Those fine petals, or
leaves on the wind, all
crumpled and forgotten,
may be yesterday’s blooms,
but they fuel fresh life
beneath the soil so it may
rise as recast spirits and
fly to the sun on ancient
wings.
Copyright © 2019 Bridget Webber. All rights reserved
Bridget Webber writes articles for magazines and websites; she often ghostwrites for professionals who can’t spare the time to pen compositions. She’s written poetry eBooks and is featured in several leading publications.
