Yellow Truth
Those men like calluses put a yellow tape:
"Do not pass!", and start sawing the iron.
And the iron cries.
I stay suspended as a bubble
and tremble. It is time for me to learn the truth:
I know how to fly - or I know how to become a callus
waiting for those men to build
some new stairs.
Copyright © Mirela Petalli | Year Posted 2012
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