without a pinch of salt,
to float in the wind
drifting across the sky,
to have no roots,
to shed all leaves,
the flowers brown
and withered on the soil
to fall and not to fall,
it means the gift of walking
on melting stilts
across rivers and lakes
but remembering wings
we all can fly.
the earth is filled
with dreams and people
who are planes, helicopters,
wasps, bees, birds.
i see them, come and see
how they chase the clouds
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