A fly

 





Today a fly was a guest of mine.
She came to talk,
She comes sometimes.
We’ve sat with her and spoke a bit
About life and shit of it.
And than I opened a door for fly,
To let her fly…
I felt like crying.
Because I have no wings of mine
To fly away
Like her some time…




 19.11.2005


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