longing
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One day I woke and looked around but everything was different. Unfamiliar shapes loomed in the morning sun. Had everything around me changed as I dreamed of someplace better? Rising slowly from my bed, I cried as memories like raindrops fell through the shadows of my mind. To my left an open window showed me…
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Through the window glass I see a bird flying high. She twists and turns on a warm spring breeze. Below her is a field of clover, every purple flower staring up at me. And I watch, silently. The bird flies by the windowglass and sees a face staring out, motionless despite the warm spring breeze.…
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The little bird watches from a gilded cage. Singing songs of sunny days, falling leaves, pouring rain. A cold wind blows the treetops, and the little bird watches. Her wings open, ready, but never does the wind lift her up. And she sings on. The gilded cage hangs in the window. I listen to the…