I wish I could fly and spread my wings,
Stop the time and never be fallen again.
For my late night crying to finally stop
I would come to my window in the dim light.
And you will take me to the edge of the world,
Where the magic exists within time and beyond,
Where we can fly and not afraid to spread wings,
And where the ends of the rainbow finally meet.
But then a small ray is coming below.
All people in black hold the flowers with thorns.
I wonder why tears cover their cheeks.
Cause all I ever wanted was to spread my wings.
07 August 2026 10:03
this poem was written in the darkest times of my life. if you are quite observent and aware, i guess true Peter Pan’s story cannot let you leave it behind that easily.
dedicated to all my deepest lost souls, who are fighting with their life every single day. and yet, find a lot of courage to live.
Peter Pan
© Copyright: Анна Цепелева, 2026
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