Life is a journey whose beginning we don't remember. Yet every life has its first moment of awakening.
I struggled in my cage
and turning saw you
sadly standing in the road.
I think you wanted me
to come. The grey hills
slept in the soft dawn mist.
Somewhere a bird cried
a love song to the sky.
After you had gone I
leaned against the bars
and wept.
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