Danny
A poem
Danny
Danny, tell me are we still young enough for dreaming without fearing the heights? Danny, please tell me, is this pit in my stomach the flower of desire or the thorn of my past? Danny, answer me this: are we allowed to dream of reaching the stars, of frogs turning into princes, and living in castles? Must we trade in our wings for shoes and coats? Must we wear a dress and call it gravity? Danny, promise me I can still talk to God, shine my light, sing songs, and hope despite fear. Danny, I promise I’ll close my eyes, wander around, follow the song, leap off the earth, grow wings out of desire and dream again.
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