Fyrir Anna
Fly, my little artist, fly...
In cars with wings
Or hidden in the laughter
of smoke signals
And on your smile; fly; FLY!
With the twinkle of your eyes
Then still on the amazed
Gaze of the other
Cuddle and tickle and giggle
In my brain. Melt your hearts
From top to toe
But Fly! Don't land...(please?)
Lace wings on your feet, knit
Feathers on your arms
Fish a cloud and make it walk
Sit on top and yell out loud:
People, people, people
I am here!
I can fly.
(whisper-soft, like in dreams!)I be your wings too...
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