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Sparrows
Once in a summers shade,
images are seen in a teardrop.
We twirled like a fallen blade,
until that day the images stop.
Coming out of a dream,
and having trouble shaking it.
Slipping away can be seen,
following the candles you lit.
Jumping back into that teardrop,
grasping at the memories of you.
Snuggled up where the bunnies hop,
I know they felt it too.
Now hummingbirds come to play,
there's no cupids arrows.
I wish it would have stayed this way,
we could have flown away with sparrows.
*S*
