Beneath the Rock
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There are some people who continuously
return to prison, knowing no other home.
A pigeon sings,
The wind chimes ring,
The trees are full,
Another bird is set free,
It doesn't fly away,
Its spirit has died,
It will never be,
A bird that's truly free,
There are many whom agree,
A bird will never leave its tree,
It will return,
Where again it yearns,
To be set free,
Waiting its turn, again, amongst the trees.
Copyright © Vickie Hurtt - Thayer | Year Posted 2023
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