Air
Air is a breath of wing under wing.
To lift you to aspire you,
even in the magical-pond a-ring-
It carries, it whispers, it can warn, while it drives and whistle and sings.
It's a deliverer of things seen and unseen.
The package? everything.
It's got the smell of a Father.
That sense is the one a child remembers, of being.
That of a mystery.
Sometimes love can be an unspoken, or invisible, but also
an indivisible thing.
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