Eva Rosehill
The Sparrow As radiant sun spills over the dull horizon, Orange light floods across the gentle fields, Illuminating the cracked and distant land, The bountiful golden yields, There, lies a tender swift sparrow, Which from those touching crops emerges, And greets the yellow dawn with wide spread wings, Those wide spread divergent wings. That little sparrow then rides the breeze, Tracing aimless patterns as it goes along, In a spectacular show of twists and turns, As he dares to claim the sky, Sparrow knows no boundries, no rules or rusted cage, It glides with such ease and unfaltered grace, For it's sprirt will never age, There are no walls to isolate, No windows to peer out of and yearn, No master to answer to, And from no mistakes to learn, As I watch from my fogged window now, I envy you, little sparrow, As chances of such freedom for me, Will remaim sparce and narrow. Widget is loading comments...
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