Dancing With Wings

Poem By Erika Conti

dancing with wings

spread open through my sky

maybe when i ll wake up tomorrow i could still see you smile and keep me safe
holding your hand at our nocturnal flying voyages

cus mi luv speaks french

stretching my eyes i can see through the quiet fog of the early winter

please... please me

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