1971
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Wings Of Dust
She's happy, she's flying on the wings of dust
And though it isn't real, she feels it's so
She craves recognition and she thinks she's gained it
But she's dreadfully wrong and will someday know
Her life has been tangled with uncertainty
From day to day she has wondered who she is
Now she's found someone whom she's hung up on
And lives for the mistake someday she'll be his
Happiness is wrong if it's treated badly
She feigns it, hinting, waiting for the best
As days go by, she's building up her trust
That she'll find out, and fate will guide the rest
He has no tenderness in his heart for her
He treats her as a friend, her hopes would bust
But still she'll dedicate the present to him
And continue flying on her wings of dust.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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