while walking,
sometimes
I feel held
between
the grass and stones
beneath my feet,
and the blue emptiness
that draws my winged heart
to itself;
and sometimes,
I feel held
by the warmth
of another human,
palm against palm,
between the grass and stones
beneath our feet,
and the blue emptiness
that draws our winged hearts
to itself,
while walking.
sometimes
I feel held
between
the grass and stones
beneath my feet,
and the blue emptiness
that draws my winged heart
to itself;
and sometimes,
I feel held
by the warmth
of another human,
palm against palm,
between the grass and stones
beneath our feet,
and the blue emptiness
that draws our winged hearts
to itself,
while walking.
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