“Come to the edge,” he said.
They said, “We are afraid.”
“Come to the edge,” he said.
They came.
He pushed them.
And they flew.
— Guillaume Apollinaire
Flight
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Stephie says
March 5th, 2009 at 1:27 pmAH! [gush] I love it when trees have little white flower blooms. The tree in front of my house is like that. It’s all leaves now but in the beg of Feb when the wind blows the teeny white petals kinda waft through the air like a soft floral snow. Probably the only time I really like to just stand in front of my house 🙂
Lee says
March 5th, 2009 at 1:33 pmLove the poem!
Luv J says
March 5th, 2009 at 2:32 pmI love the inspiration you found from this sculpture..
Briana says
March 6th, 2009 at 7:46 pmI can’t wait for spring and budding trees and green grass! Two more weeks! 🙂
Briana´s last blog post..Long overdue…