“Can you fly?”, she breathes.
“Can you fledge your wings
while you burrow into
the softened soil
of umbrage?”
“Can you see?”
“Can you free your sight
while you blur the lines
that opens eyes
to sharpened times?”
“Can you feel?”, she sighs.
“Can you touch your mind
while you refuse to reach
into the breadth
of humanity?”
“Can you fly…?”
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 9/5/03
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Love Tinka
Amor
Best regards,
Leland
Jules :)
with depth. Some time we create viscious/futile repetitive frustration for ourselves and others when we write too much between the lines-no one can exactly stand in anothers shoes and shpild be the point where we draw the line to stop /(if we dont know where(the line betweeeen my shoes and yours)- it is never to venture too far). Others dont know ther lifes values and priorities of applying some effort and intellect to this fact-a fact of wheels and wings for flight. Marvin
In Spirit,
Bear