bouyed, no doubt, by my adoration of you
the geese drift by on their quest for further on
wings wave hello, goodbye
without pause, just, perhaps a pining glance
i long to be their destination
reaching up i seek their touch
their call becomes more distant, less distinct
was it my name they whooped
earthbound i cannot follow
by spring they will return to you
by spring...
by spring i vow to learn to fly


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