I Sing a Weeping Song
Once, I flew meadows happy for the day. Then, darkness fell over me and
sunbeams went away. Now, home is a cage. I sit and sing a weeping song
stretching out my wings trying to soar away, daydreaming of freedom . . .
a bird sweetly free
over wild fields fair
swaying in the breeze
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July 15, 2020
Poetry/Haibun/I Sing A Weeping Song
Copyright Protected, ID 29-1268-552-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for Haibun- Pick Your Theme
sponsor, Line Gauthier
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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