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The more the illusion
I choose.
The more the truth
I lose.
 May 2016 Andrew Siegel
martin
flower in her hair
her body she shares with you
hold her she blossoms
Throughout
our lives
we try to
win over the
hearts
of
others

But,
sometimes
the
hardest person
of all
to
love is
yourself
She had enormous wings, he could imagine,
how light it would to soar up and view
the world as one,  from above the clouds
that would make her feel blessed an envied
celestial being still walking firm footed on earth.
"Have you ever dreamed flying" he asked her
in a matter of fact way, concealing the wonder
the wings caused, but her words made him
think how strange the world is, she wasn't
aware of the gift of wings, pure white, delicate,
sturdy all the same, but the wings were not
a reality she appreciated, hasn't it ever come
to her notice? He looked in to the silence
of her eyes, was she keeping it as a secret?

Her wings were thin, shining silver petals
a rare flower, with a scent wafting everywhere
but by some quirk of fate, it wasn't there for her.
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