The Gull Feather
What do we do,
now that I've found you
like you knew I would?
Am I just a white feather
falling from a gull
in the smoky city
to slip off your shoulder
by a brush of your hand?
So light,
so light is my touch,
that you do not remember me,
and I cannot bring us back
to the same sky again.
Fairy Tale
Stand by me
on the balcony,
for I will give you a fairy tale life.
Don't be discouraged
by the dust on the concrete,
the pot of wilting poinsettias.
Behold the view of the city,
let every lit window
turn into a star for you,
my most deserving prince.
My mind is a rosebud,
ready to burst into a blossom,
and my heart a garden,
welcoming you at all times.
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