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zetasyanthis) wrote2021-11-22 08:01 am
zetasyanthis) wrote2021-11-22 08:01 am
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Poem: Dakota
My little spark of madness,
My little spark of joy,
My little-bigger dragon,
who knows not yet the sky.
My little spark of madness,
Tornado sweeping wings,
She takes aloft and smiles down
and then begins to sing.
Her voice may not be perfect-pitch
Her voice may not be true
Her voice that sings her songs and mine
will one day shatter you.
And when her mighty wingtips
And when her roaring call,
I'll listen and begin to heal.
I love her most of all.
My little spark of joy,
My little-bigger dragon,
who knows not yet the sky.
My little spark of madness,
Tornado sweeping wings,
She takes aloft and smiles down
and then begins to sing.
Her voice may not be perfect-pitch
Her voice may not be true
Her voice that sings her songs and mine
will one day shatter you.
And when her mighty wingtips
And when her roaring call,
I'll listen and begin to heal.
I love her most of all.