I SET YOU FREE

Wings
Sprite, wait till tomorrow, please,
tomorrow I come out of my shell:
I will break your fetters and tell the hangman
not to hold you in this place any longer,
I will dry your eyes
and put wings on you.
I will love you near or far from your old shackles
and kiss the flight I'd unhappily stopped,
while I weave.
(Diana María Ivizate González,  Hidden Scents Striking. PAISAJES DE MUJER/WOMANLANDS. Madrid, Editorial Verbum, 2010. Translation into English by Steven Reese)
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