Sparrow Sorrow
Fly free little sparrow into the unknown
Soar fast & swift as the arrow from the bow
Tear gentle through those skies, there's much to be seen
And may your rest come easy under shades of green
Capture us in your heart as the mind will go
Keep us there, child, and never be alone
Fly free little sparrow searching one's soul
With each tomorrow awaiting once again to be whole
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Puffing Pachyderm
Just lost; occasionally looking for an unclear something or overwhelmed nothing. Mostly distracted trying to chase the wind, an equally impossible task. Never prepared, it slips over and under all about the room never taking shape or forming thought. Scared to move past predictable, dreading the inevitable reoccurrence of the past. Personal torture undefined by tomorrows ideals or today's good fortune. Every nightmare rooted in yesterdays folly. Fear a weight to the heart spawned from multitudes of misinformed decisions. Roaming lost forever.
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