People have wings

by Petru Racolța

People have wings raised inside,
They only open at night, during sleep,
Silently they carry them into Edenic worlds
Or in the realms of hell,
They lift them in the highest spheres,
Or throw them into the dark abysses,
As their day-to-day thoughts are
And hopes crept into their heart.
People have invisible wings
By which they free themselves from the body,
But they deceive themselves that they are dreaming.

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