Saturday, March 05, 2011

Winter Writings: Day 74

Flutter happy wings of orange and black
with no apparent purpose
than to delicately sip nectar
from blossom cups and exchange
the latest gossip with bumblebees and snails.
One would never guess that
you are bound by gravity as
we are and only dream of
being free to soar endlessly
towards blue heaven.

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