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Sep 2020
High above
                                   With a silent watch

                                         I feel the quivers
                                        twists and turns

                                          My unsettled
                                           body parts

                                    I try to sing a gentle song
                                         to reach far below

                                     But my voice so silent
                                        my arms so short
                                          I cannot reach
                                    the anguish beneath

                                            My only desire
                                                To steady  
                                         such uncertain steps
                                       That tremble bellow
                                             would yell
                                           if I only could
              ­                          Be soft, be silent
                     ­                     And like a bird

                                          Stay connected
                                           But also Free

                                     And just let that Future go
Written by
Adam Childs  Lyme Regis
(Lyme Regis)   
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