Your wings

2004-05-20 - 5:13 p.m.

I don't yet know that I want to fly where your wings can take me

these two feet, tender but determined,

have carried me well thus far.

You're flying low, skimming the treetops,

with a better view of the new spring,

but here there are flowers and dreams of cirrus clouds

dotting my shoulders with soft mist.

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