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I wish to fly away, to stop
the pain, to feel the warmth of the sun, the chill of the rain.
To be the scent of
freshness on a summer's day, or the whisper of a mist between the mountain ways.
To be the sound of
laughter, the cries of joy, the smile that takes over one's face. The security
of one's safe place.
To be the love that sits a
young heart free, or the happiness of a message brought on bended knee.
To be a feather drafting
slowly down, as the wind kisses it softly to the ground
To be a flower in full
bloom, to be the dew of a morning's bliss, or the butterflies of a stolen
kiss.
To be a rainbow of colors
shining bright, or a guardian angel taken flight.
That I shall never ache
again, or wonder why, How, or When?
-Teresa
Henry
July-97
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