It was my shadow that I was as most scared of.
I remember the first time I had seen the wings.
Thought I was hallucinating.
Sat and stared at the two wings on the pavement in front of me.
Asked a stranger what he saw and he said my shadow.
Just my shadow.
No reflection of the wings in the mirror.
I could only see them in my shadow.
Could not feel them on my back.
Nor could I make them flap.
I could only see them if the sun hit right.
Shining upon me in a golden light.
The wings would appear filling me with fright.
No one can see my wings but me.
Are they evil?
Are they good?
Please them be.
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