Trees, dripping with the sound of rain, against a grey sky Crows caw back and forth in a vigorous discussion that drowns out the bird song A cat burrows under the blanket I gaze out the window Amidst the backdrop of life around me, My spirit calls me inward To the voices, deep within That ask me, to notice Where I am alive And where I am a silhouette o…
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