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08/28/11(Sun)08:33 No.29149047>>29149021
Wings, with the feather, rough at the tip
Her step, lively, with a tendency to skip
A happiness you’d have to try hard to shake
Her thoughts aren’t the smartest and too often slip
and she’s
Across the world, with her bag full of post
And she has much brighter eyes than most
Under blue skies, alone with her mail duty
With wind under wing, spring’s air smells so fruity
And when they feel pity, a pity for her
she feels pity, that they can’t see such natural beauty
and she’s
Lucky to be there, glad to be lost
And she has much brighter eyes than most
She’s resting on clouds, watching the world
With her wings to her sides, and her body curled
Regretting she can’t stay there forever
on her cloud, high above, as it’s blown and swirled
and she’s
Come and gone, too much like a ghost
And she has much brighter eyes than most
When she comes home, to her daughter to hold
To cherish and love and protect from the cold
She thinks about all in her life she has seen
with her bright eyes of black and of gold
And she’s
Still there holding her little girl close
And she, like her mother, has eyes brighter than most |
