Wings

Dark matter is on the move,It's spreading out its wings,It is the culmination,Of all our bad things.It was never in the beginning,But then man came al...

Anthony T. Hincks

The butterfly startled at Mary’s gesture and floated up, drifting on the breeze, its wings sparkling blue and bright in the late afternoon sunshine.Si...

Elizabeth Hoyt

He was still immersed in the dim, wet wonder of the folded wings that might open if someone loved him; he still hoped, probably, in a butterfly's unth...

Harold Brodkey

The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingness. The somethingness that is...

Joy Williams

I knew he was the one when he mended my wings and looked forward to where they would take me. Embrace those who encourage your growth... Who don't fea...

Melody Lee

The first time her laughter unfurled its wings in the wind, we knew that the world would never be the same”-.

Brian Andreas

Jason smiled. The sound of wings was louder now, the fluttering of angels come to carry him home.

Robert Ferrigno