February 10, 2009
"There's a light
when my baby's in my arms",
his hollow bird-bones soft and pale
beneath my fingers.
I brush his feathers out of his face and pray
that he will fly away to a place
where he won't need wings
and can solidify into a man
I know I could still find him.

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Aderes18 said...
Apr. 18, 2011 at 5:09 pm

Cool and romantic!!


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