passing on her flight awhile on boughs too slight,
feels them give way beneath her,
and yet sings, knowing that she hath wings."
I think so.
p.s. can I be like the bird? what sort of bird are you?
-Anna Banana
p.s. can I be like the bird? what sort of bird are you?
-Anna Banana
I want to carry you
and for you to carry me
the way voices are said to carry over water.
Just this morning on the shore,
I could hear two people talking quietly
in a rowboat on the far side of the lake.
They were talking about fishing,
then one changed the subject,
and, I swear, they began talking about you.
Billy Collins
2 comments:
mmmm les mis! tres bien!
i like to think i'm a hummingbird. i love to seem them twit and flutter around my yard. although i'd like to be more graceful and pretend i'm this soaring beautiful creature, i know my heart beats too quickly and lacks the patience to not jump around from flower to flower
favorite book ever
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