Most people wish
They had a time machine
I wish I had
An airplane ticket to go
Two to come back
And his hands
Enlaced in mine,
He, excited to fly
For the very first time,
His heart leaping
Of happiness
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Poesía"Blue eyes for distant Stars Honey eyes for Sunlight, We are the crashing of waves on sand Tree branches reaching for the bright sky We are where you end and I start; We were made to belong." This is a chapter in a book I am putting together. And t...
