© Yoram Roth
flying around in misguided circles
swaying in the breeze as they often do
with no real intent or destination
with its ghostly shape of the silhouetted shadow
fluttering wings whisk by my coated eyelashes
wish i may, wish i might
have this wish i wish tonight
keep them closed, for you may see
the imaginary darkness of the wishing
wisher swishing the light to catch the day
caught again
and put on my arm where it will forever stay
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