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Fly away
People do closely gather around
clutching fingers reaching out
grabbing pinching causing pain
troublesome messages they have for me
wings now you must grow
bursting forth set them free
Fling into the tenuous air
soaring high above the now
pixie dust you must fling
before you do then step forth
and upon it freely go
soar above the minefield
and nightmares that are not
monsters lurking not in the night
and the fears that are not there
with them coping then you will go
in confusion wonder I
seeking how to understand
confusing I find the words
mumble jumble do they seem
seek do I too happy make
strangers gathered about me
and act upon the other strange words
that do make no sense to me
Copyright ©
William Kofoed
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