Exist on the edge

Sometimes
I wish to hide away from the strong rays of the Sun,
from the deep shadows of the night,
from the powerful grab of the wind.
Sometimes I wish I would exist only on the edge...

I would be patient.
Though my coat would fly away,
I would be everlasting.
Others would despise me.

Their wings flow away with the cold of ice.
I would land on the heavy surface of the water.
That would be my moment.
For ever.



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