Friday, May 10, 2013

Am I to to stay, and thus be free?

Am I a leaf about to drift 
About to fly away, to chance
The cold, the heat, the drop, the lift
Upon the wing of wind, to dance?
Or else, nestled in this tree
Am I to stay, and thus be free?
Here I am, Apart From Love
Flying Home just like a dove
The air is trembling, I am spun 
Can I become A Favorite Son?



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