I strain against this cage
tell myself it's not all I am
when the weather breaks down our fences, crashes into hope
and always
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Who knows if we're forever Who knows if we will last You can captivate me tonight and after all, that's all I ask -I like this stanza
In a seed the size of a full stop is a mighty oak tree not yet realised. The miracle is in the small things.