There are many things
You
Care for
Like books
And other things
But what do
You really cherish
For all your life
Some people learn
They fly without wings
When they wake up
Every morning
Others find it in their
Children's face
Or in their solitary lives
Maybe in their
Lover's eyes
For me
My aunt
Makes me
Fly with no wings
It's the little things
Only I know and
Those are the things
That make her
Apart of me
And that's the
Joy she brings
To me
As the song
"Flying Without Wings"
Goes
When you find that
Special thing
You're flying without wings
I guess that means
I'm
Flying with
No wings
Dedicated to Dawne M. Haralambou
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