The Sparrow
I often wonder
while watching the sparrow fly
beating her wings
against the breeze
straining and striving
before a dive to the calm
only to soar again upward
into the gale
When the way of the wind
could cradle her
letting her to carelessly glide
why does she meet it
and try
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