I am like a bird
Lingering too long
On the ground
Forgetting to fly.

I too lost my wings
During the journey
And I am lonely now
Secluded on earth.

I sense many times
An earnest, deep
Pain in my hands
New wings are perhaps
Growing insides.

I cannot yet fly
High into heavens
From where I’ve fallen
A long time ago.

Hands are indeed
Fallen wings of angels
The wings of my lost soul.