I Want

The things I want,

Are not normal for a boy,

I want to hold an angel,

But by her hands.

And not her fragile wings,

I want to smell a flower,

But  as it grows,

And not as it dies.

 I want to see the sun,

But as it rises,

And not as it sets.

 I want to feel love,

But only as it lasts,

And not as a burst.

I want to have freedom,

But only in the heart,

And not in the mind.

The End

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