Flying whisper

Should I fly with glasses wings

jump those mountains with both my feet

sing the robin song to the autumn leaves

and laugh laugh laugh ’till it’s open?

Heaven’s door is golden made

with an army of angels to guard it

or maybe I’ll be a whisper

falling from your lips,

trying to be heard

as a bright new hope.

 

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