Can’t say the word

Until you hear it first

You couldn’t feel her

‘Till she was there

Commune with the spirit

When and if you can

Let imagination fly

With a bird above

Not to Be that bird Herself

But you yourself

Out there, upstairs…Coasting

You don’t know

How you’ll grow

Until you can’t anymore

You can’t choose your moles

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