No Fairy Ride For Me

I sit here, on my window,

gazing at the azure blue sky,

Hoping for a hero to emerge from the clouds ,

And take me for a flight,

Forget, I sometimes, I am no fairy for real,

I have two hands and no two wings,

I live on earth, among the cursed

And there's no riddance until I die.

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[Coyote Poetry]

We need to believe in something. One person can do so much. A kind smile. A helping hand. All of us can be better. There is hope as long as we can breath and walk. A sad poem. World can be a scary place. But we must go forward.
Coyote