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Drifting Away

A sweet Sparrow sits
on a tree

She sings a song
that begs of me

to fall asleep in
a foggy haze

To dream of
snowfall and brighter days

To calm myself
and think
a while

To pray
of hope
Not
Slaughtered smiles

would it
be
a tragedy

should she
decide to
wake me?

My dream
would
end

To suddenly.
shaking me.

Reality.

And he
would return

only to discover

~iCry.
~iWeep.
~iYearn.





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