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Facing the light,
wishing I could lean
through invisible barrier
and take flight,
as birds do,
in the white Gaussian blurs, which
volumized by pavement grays,
give buoyancy to the pale blue,
to approach finally,
the infinitely small speck
of sparrows somersaulting
in abandon and folly.

By Lady of Scartha

© 2005 Lady of Scartha (All rights reserved)

 

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