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Denied
A few minutes to sit---
to think, reflect.
Rain's rhythem
echoing thunder
frog chorus and
blackbird cry.
Wishing for silence
knowing no respite.
Longing to fly I
look to my clipped
wings. Forever
land bound, forcably
silenced...guilty of
all having been
imprisoned since birth.
No escape, no peace,
life and death
both----denied.
3/20/04
Sounds like unfulfilled dreams, wishes or inability! Inspiring and thought provoking piece.