Feathered wings
White or black
It matters not
They walk a path
Not on pedastals
Not in the clouds
No longer above us
But here on the ground
Some see only devils
Castoffs and rejects
I see them fortunate
They walk among us
Posted under Prose/Poetry
This post was written by Michael on December 10, 2005
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