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Beyond the Window Ledge |
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Beyond the Window Ledge |
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Dawn’s silver
mist imbues the air, entwining birches in its sullen body--- splaying its gentle blood across my window A window stained with memories of spring. The fledglings still linger in my dreams Their bantam wings trembling in the evening breeze, sweet songs tangled in the ivy mesmerizing the worms with their carols, enticing them from the wet earth Then they flew Conquering the wind and seducing the skies for their own My tears painted my window with pain and sorrow. But they will return. The fledglings will return. |
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