The soft wind kisses your soft cheeks
You raise your hands as if they are wings
Because they are wings
And because you are ready to fly away
To distant lands of the free
The tinkling cold water kisses your dainty feet
You are ready to walk on water - like Jesus
And seek shores that promise greener pastures
You are not afraid of snakes anymore
May be one will offer you an apple
For you are done with these damn lemons
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