woman, entirelyA Poem by highonwordshair on her shoulder-blades, small, quick steps, those of a bird, protecting her young, i watch her, turn to a woman i thought she was all ready at sixteen, behind her, there were sprouts of wings, i had only wonder and pleasure, knowing she'd fly away from her nest, and leave us, someday, open-mouthed, exclaiming wildly, until the rain drives us back behind the windows of daring dreams and wondrous flight © 2016 highonwordsReviews
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2 Reviews Added on March 21, 2016 Last Updated on March 22, 2016 AuthorhighonwordsAboutNOTE: Formerly my pen-name on this site is letterhead, but since i also have an account on DeviantArt, with a different pen-name, which is highonwords (stephanie) - i am going to use highonwords here .. more..Writing
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