who hasn't been
starry eyed,
mad about someone.
a loon howling
at a silvered moon,
running wild across
the fields at
night.
who hasn't
tripped and fell
when running towards
love.
who hasn't
flown with thin wings
into the light
above,
believing that now,
finally now, that
all things will be
just right.
Tuesday, May 15, 2018
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