I had wings,

not the broken- 

ones like now,

but those purple wings.

Balancing between 

red and blue, I had 

flown past the lands, 

no soul has seen before.

Exploring the shades of 

autumn and spring,

 also catching the raindrops

 snowflakes seeping in 

through my bare hands, 

unveiling the sparks  -

 to explore the uncertainty 

of what will be held next

and to let the darker past

 to hide inside 

the infinite feathers of 

my bluish-redness.