I hear them before I see them
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I run outside and tilt my head back
searching the sky for them
I see their familiar V shape formation
I know where they are going
they are flying to you
I am instantly jealous
I want to be flying to you too
I want to bring you spring on my wings
My warm breath upon your face
My smile like sunshine to your eyes
so bright it makes you cup your hand over your brow to cut the glare
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
i've choked on my words for far too long
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Niiiice, my FBG-sister. Very nice poem. I want that, too. For you and me. 🙂
Thanks Lizzy!! Good to see you and your fat bottom. 😉
Hahahaha! Gotta love our FatBottoms, honey. I love yours, too. Almost as much as my own. 🙂 XOXO
Beautiful.
Thanks!