by SJX

Created on: March 25, 2009

I held it somewhere between my hands and my pocket

Its tiny little legs blindly scurrying along my fingers

And the folds of my skirt

Tickling my hands, and inching up my arms

Until it was unbearable to hold on to

And with one breath, I gave it wings

.

Delicate wings, pastel

An unidentifiable color that transformed as it flew

Seemingly harmless and floating just out of reach

With wings so thin it could soar endlessly

But slice like a knife unexpectedly

.

Out the window and into the sunlight

It glittered and spiralled out of control

To whomever wished to hear the whisper of wings

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