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flying home (Free verse) by daniella Gathering on the wing
where windsheer takes me,
the frost thins.
From these holes I sense the distance
and know the hour arrives.
Her head resting in my lap,
I hope to stroke her thoughts
and take them with me when I return.
Upon that wing, I wish to send her.
Into a horizon better still, defined.
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