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Becoming

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I am like a shadow moving into the dark Concealing what is real; Hiding among the familiar – I boast a sense of ordinary, Making no motion towards progress I self-loath my own apathy. VIEW the POST

Why do the birds rise so early

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Why do the birds rise so early In the morning I ask; But then I remembered What it’s like in unrest. …and so in that way I am Much like my winged friends Except I only wish I could sing Like them - So early in the morning.