Thursday, January 5, 2012

Up & Away


While your out there flying through life

I'm here with my feet on the ground


playing with frail paper birds,


waiting for the time of year


when you'll come back to me

6 comments:

  1. My grandson made cranes for the Christmas tree this year. I like the words you wrote to accompany it.

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  2. Mmmm, Dani- I like the sense of seasons here- with flying/ migration.... waiting for him to come back... or maybe waiting for your own wings to fly with him. (I just assume it's a him. It usually is, ya'know. ;-) :-D)

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  3. Mmmm, it's both, really, waiting for him to come back, but wishing I had wings as well.
    I kind of put a few different meanings in there, but I will leave them to you to figure out ;-)

    Mhmm, a 'he' it is :-)

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  4. Was it one of my frail paper birds you were playing with? :P Dont't worry, summer isn't really too far away!:) Love ya
    @}-;--

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  5. *snicker*
    The red one, actually ;-)
    Love ya.

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