looks like...

There was once a woman who kept hearth...

The blue windows opened outwards

And she unfurled....

wish for my son, written in bits

I'd like you to have a million million friends. 

And for you to make them 

by giving unconditional love when you encounter them, 

but 

without losing yourself

That, there are only friends and friends

Where you give some in some 

and some more in some 

and a little some in some

And that these friends fill your heart with a lightness that your heart needs

Like the feathers of a bird in flight

To kiss her in her cheeks 

as if she, 

life that is, and you are falling in love

A second time.

The first time is always awkward

Kissing that which we love, the first time is awkward

The second time, we can tease a bit more