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My heart was quaking.

Afraid of rain.  But I could not hide.

Songs of raindrops and bullets entertained me.

My heart had the beat of weak bird's wings, merely fluttering.

I prayed for the sun to set.   Vain hope of invisibility.

Hate and fear, circling on the wind and calling to me.

My heart can fly no more, but I am home

and safe from all but those tears.

Bitterness still troubles me.