We Fly- For Bmz
nestled in my breast
under this wing
at the edge of the cliff
in the glow of the stratosphere
take my hand
take my heart
at the edge of sleep
on the hill of our wanderings
we mouth the words of lovers
eyes the size of planets turning
collecting stars the shape of hearts
we fly
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Copyright © Robert Sciasci | Year Posted 2012
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