In a house the ceiling does not allow them flight.
Ecstasy wings - big, like an angel’s.
Like a child’s, who imagines he has wings, and then he does.
And then the thunder does not scare him, he goes out to the porch -
there he has some space to swing the wings and practice moving them.
He waves them at the next thunder, and then the rain comes, quiet and soft.
He lingers on the porch to listen to the drops touching the leafs, and then he takes off.
flying over the rest of the world, to see it getting wet and shiny.
About: Was inspired by the words: wing, room, ceiling, angel, thunder.
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