She walks with recomendation
I think about the future
'Will I ever see her again? '
She moves in a way I have seen no other
I think of the future
'I'm all too sure she will make a good mother.'
She speaks with grace and the utmost delight
I think about the future
'What's it like to be with her in the middle of the night? '
She goes out the door like a bird from a cage
I think of the future
'In time you want more, like a heart on stage.'
She turns around and says goodbye
I think about the future, of the lost opportunity
'I hope to see you again, to show you how to fly.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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