a childhood

A childhood

Stony was the soil of my childhood 
A tiny room above the stable
Cold was the night
A straw mattress and mice
Ice crystal on the roof
Dreaming of running somewhere
Anywhere but here
A pale dawn 
The sun is white this morning
In the barn animals stir
No more time to dream 
Tomorrow he will run away
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