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I rise on wings of gossamer and dew
And soar over the earth
Flitting and flirting
With the clouds and the sun
Winging my way through the sky
Trailing a rainbow behind
Swooping down to splash through the tips of waves
Climbing to greet the stars
Swinging through rainstorms
Teasing lightening bolts down to the ground
Until my spider-silk wings run out
Drizzling dew onto the early-morning grass
And I fall back to earth
And reach to the stars
And they shine their forgiveness
And I realize that my face is wet with tears
But I do not know if they are my own
Or the stars'.

Lynette Yorgey


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