Wings

Илья Шенн
Where are your wings,
Which so loved hugging winds?
Instead are drastic scars -
You weren't scratched by stars.

Why are you afraid of
Roofs and opened windows?
I know: you cannot take off -
It's better to be indoors.

Now the winds are wild,
Are seeking you alone,
Are killing people crowd:
They've no mercy anymore.

Where are your wings,
Which so loved hugging winds?
Instead are drastic scars -
You weren't scratched by stars.