Wings Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Wings



Facing what I didn't know,
the canyon ahead was wide

My bridge half built on doubt and fear
with nowhere left to hide

Looking down I saw the past
looking up all questions why

But straight ahead an Angel waits
—with wings for me to fly

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September,2018)

Sunday, September 2, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: freedom
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Kostas Lagos 02 September 2018

Superb! This poem gives wings to the readers!

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