my little pink boudoir

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we are one-winged angels learning to fly
with balance of moments in bright blue sky
will our wings eventual sprout out to flee
when minds are unabashed spread wide and free
why hearts abound spin and stars do burn
whether sand doth slip to fathoms churn
which is heaven on earth gives soul to birth
where lays upon the hearth our loud jarring mirth

(Aug/Sept 2000)