This is the day, the chosen one
Don't rush it they shout to deaf ears
I bat my arms, but don't lift
still on the ground, still not flying
maybe I should stamp my feet?
The echo of the feet sound out
like mockery: Ha-ha, can't fly ...
Blushing with shame I jump
up and down like a ball
Still more ground than air
Ashamed I stop, close my eyes
the rhytm of the Earth heart resounds
it sinks into my breathing and fills me
my feet slip, slowly I lift off the ground
the closed eyes see how I float
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-05-14 12:54:03
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