DEAR L.

You have the most magnificent wings

I could imagine,

Drawn in the shades

Of knowledge and bravery.

Even if no one can see it,

You hold the world in your hands,

And jump off the rooftops

Only to soar on the wind.

One day,

You’ll spread those wings

Across the horizon of the universe,

Take what is yours,

And forever part with the ground.

And maybe,

Maybe you’ll tear off a piece of a cloud

And let it float down

Like a snowflake

Until it falls

Onto my outstretched hands.