for i too have wings like her
hidden underneath my loose shirt
and i too move down the stairs
and up towards the heavens where the stars are.
for i too pretend that i cannot fly
mingling with the rest of the crowd in the mall
for i too want to soar someday
away from you away from everybody
for i too dream of a time when the rain stops
when the river ebbs
when the trees grow tall
when the clouds finally drift to give way to a gentler light
for i too am waiting just for the perfect time for the perfect direction of the softest wind to fly away
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