Tuesday, July 27, 2010


The verdant hills and green slops where I lay to rest—and my heart longs for change. Therein lies my secrets, and there lies my pathway for change.

In my plainness, lies my despair.
Like a caged bird that does not sing.
And I do not know why.
The four walls come creeping closer.
My wings clipped.
My voice gone…

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