my wings furl around me
a cloak in crimson scale
and though for so long
they were unknown to me
now i realize that
had always been there
in dream, in daydream
in harsh wind, protecting
i gaze at the sky
and reminisce, on
those wings that
had always caught
my eye, my fascination
my deep, quiet yearning
the osprey, noble feathered
the crafted steel of the jet
my favorite word, in
my grandfather's tongue - ala
and, on a quiet afternoon
amid sun between squalls
i smile, for i can feel
the wind across my own
las alas del dragón
en rojo; mis alas.
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