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Tied on my tippy toes flying opposite direction high,
Let me dance your little songs without any fright,
Rumbled and tumbled my imagination up and down,
For you to leave me wearing my only white gown.
Let the sparkles in the eyes,
I owned yesterday till now,
We can sing the books and letters,
In countless bows,
Imagining my hands over your cuts with flowers,
You made them with delicate smokes,
Singing calm down my heart,
Let people protect you,
I will never make me feel,
As sad as the little girl,
I once knew.
I will be the feathered heart and soul of a whistle,
Don’t let it knock so many times tirelessly at your door,
I am comfortable and warm in the stove you lit,
Let me hum a little song of courage and strength by my wit.
Excerpt Poem from Red Spider Lilies | Poetry Book | https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08Y3XFV31/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i5
