Anne Rhitak Biography

I reach to grasp, my hands pass through.
The words evade, they are but smoke.
Thought has escaped, it is far gone,
My witless mind can work no more.
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A tree stands here, majestic and proud,
Another nearby, drooping and old,
The trees stand alone, so far yet so close,
Spreading their leaves, searching for sun,
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I’m trying so hard
To forget your face,
But I’m losing my mind
To the memories,
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Little bird, little bird, it’s time to fly,
To spread your wings, and see the world.
Soar with the wind, and sing your song,
Little bird, little bird, it’s time to learn.
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Rain pounds down upon the sidewalk,
Flooding ditches, drenching earth,
People hurry to and fro,
Umbrellas up against the drops.
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