Apprentice

I read the poem of the two trees

Listening to the wind

Making up theories with the author.

Maybe he was leaning on her,

or trying to break her.

Maybe she was supporting him,

or standing up to him.

I don’t know.

What to know…

It is my mentor.

So I’m the apprentice.

Wings

I leap,

I run,

I fly.

I dance,

I dash,

I glide.

My wings aren’t only on my shoulders.

I have a pair on my feet,

Another on my shoes,

And another in my mind.

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