By Agnes Lam    

Flying is never your gesture

But there thinking with no alternative

There, always there

Since I know how black and dark would look alike

You wear that color without color

You never grow or aged

But I do

I do, when I know how a bird should look like

I do, when I wish you setting your wings free to fly

To hover with kisses from the bliss

But you don’t

You don’t when I have a glance on the greyly air

You don’t when I look down to the shinny rainy ground

You don’t, cause it is the winter

Where you are always there

Winter, 2009

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