March 26th, 2018 by Magdalena Tabor


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I held the fluttering heart

Of Spring

Cupped within both hands,

And sought to let

This winged thing

Soar past the touch of man.

But it stayed,

Its broken song

Stuttered in the wind.

Not of the earth

Did it belong

But to Heaven’s din.

Angels held

The closing door

As it stumbled in-between,

Had I only asked

For more

Than to wish upon a dream.

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