Other Side
The Silver winds of the brisk morning
quickly dissipate. The Lonely Sparrow
never loosing focus. His penitrating eyes
give up so much. His Weary mind drifts
away. Someone knocks. Not today I say.
Knocking continues. I say I don't want to
play. Knock, knock, knock . I new who it
was. I shivered in pain, and the thought of
knowing what lies on the other side.
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