Thursday Poem

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Sandisnistas Avioncitos
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
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The little airplanes of the heart Image_butterfly_2

with their brave little propellers

What can they do

against the winds of darkness

even as butterflies are beaten back

by hurricanes

yet do not die
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They lie in wait wherever

they can hide and hang

their fine wings folded

and when the killer-wind dies

they flutter forth again

into the new-blown light

live as leaves