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~July2011 ~
Am I envious of the free moving things I see,
Of a deer gracefully leaping away from danger,
A hawk floating high above on the currants of wind,
Swans gliding through the water with hardly a ripple.
I delight in seeing their beauty and grace,
Is it envious to want freedom they enjoy.
A moment of wishing, then gone as it comes,
As night bring darkness and dreams reveal,
In sleep I am again standing tall and straight,
To move as freely as they, in my used to be.
~tee~
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