Rice Paper Wings....
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Each day it beings…......
The cycle….....
The change….....
I am born carried by the ....
gentle inspiration of His breath.....
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I change…the necessary metamorphosis…....
I become what I need to be in that moment,....
daughter, mother, wife….lover.....
On my wings I carry the hopes and dreams....
of those that I touch…......
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On my rice paper wings~....
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At the best of times, I am able…....
able to keep my wings in flight.....
Then there are times when I am sure….....
that with the next great wind….....
they will be ripped away from me …....
and I will plummet into the never ending....
Blackness beneath me…....
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Then He touches me and renews me….....
His words whispered….....
words that can only be interpreted by ones soul…......
and again I take flight…......
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On my rice paper wings~....
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