Wings - 1290 - Initial Version
Shutters unpinned, Spring pings flight.
Wings leave ground mutter, unpinned,
kiting with the current wind,
flowing freely towards the light,
unfettered, playful, bright,
to challenge eternity, on hope alight.
(26 July 2005)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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