Dear sister, won't you frolic with me,
Under the willow where squirrels scamper?
To hear rain drumming the earth around us,
Smell the fresh scent of grass-stained air,
Taste pure sweet sky on every breath,
To touch the clouds,
Leap up into heaven,
To glide through the sky on soft angels' wings,
And soar in the light of my love.
Written July 2000, Nicole La Fetra
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