James Fitzpatrick Quotes
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I stand and then lean on a flittering ledge, staring at lanterns as they
Light up the sky, I catch their smiles as they pass through the clouds
And their tears as they lose sight of land.
They are lit by the hands who design what they are, and they rise
Out of fear they'll never take off, and on a gust of stray wind they glide up above
Before they peak and start to descend.