martes, 25 de septiembre de 2007

Little Wing


Well, she's walking

through the clouds

with a circus mind
that's running wild.

Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
and fairy tales
that's all she ever thinks about
riding the wind.

When I'm sad

she comes to me
with a thousand smiles

she gives to me free.

It's alright, she says,it's alright.
take anything you want from me,

Fly on, little wing.

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