Poetry

Wings of Kings

No Triumph is Far Enough,
No Cloud enough Dense.
No Borders are Tall Enough,
Deficient Every Fence.

Flights that I take
Are meant to Destine
Glory, Glare,
And a Festive Flare.
You are Safe in
The Cocoon of My Heart.
Cherish the Kingdom
And Liberty Class Apart.

With the Might to Rout
The Evilest of the Kings,
I Spread Wide Open
The Best of My Wings.


Photo Credit: vasile_pralea

12 Comments

  1. Loved the lines ” I Spread Wide Open The Best of My Wings. ” it depicts never die attitude πŸ™‚ May what come I will fly to my destiny πŸ™‚

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