To fly

 I sometimes pretend candies are for kids, 

But always wish to have some. 

Always show thrillers are my type,

But I know how much I fear blood.

And never fail to judge childish fantasies,

But I keep a secret to fly and soar high.

To have wings woven of my dreams,

As I touch the clouds and rise,

Wings of purple feathers of glitters,

Wings wide and warm is what I thrive for.

Oh! but I lied that I never flyed,

I did with Wings of torment and woe, 

Tangled in the mess of my miseries and sorrow,

Abandoning my body, deserting my home, 

With the Wings I disgust the most, 

Happily, I fly in the sky above.

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