A road of many pathways,
not always straight or clear.
Listening to winds whisper,
this way... come here.
Little sparrows leaving seeds,
for my eyes of gray.
I glance, just for a second,
the wind blows them away.
Again, left in the shadows,
feeling left behind.
Welcome to the human race,
where all mankind is blind.
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The wind whispers to me all the time
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Rebirth is always harsh and beautiful.
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I love it. This is marvelous what you wrote here. -
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thank you
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Wow, powerfull, and deep. I absolutely loved this.
-Kaitlyn-
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Thanks Kaitlyn
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