On the Will Or the Wing
We are free to suffer separation-
ships barely touching on each other's wake tonight.
We are free to sip up reconciliation-
wings of Siamese twins upon the edge of flight.
Not a one can tell us different.
Not a one can sooth or soothe
We are free in will's determination
possibilities to prove~
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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