Fiction Index


In Honour of Baba and Muschi

My heart has wings
this shell cannot contain it.

Loving threads you spin
of softest silk made strong.

Not even such strong strands
deny me my release.

I hear you weep
and know your love is real.

Your work will wait
grieve a while and then go on.

My tasks are done
not even love can stay me.

My heart has wings
this life cannot contain me.

Our souls have wings
this world cannot contain us.

© 1998 Laplor



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