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Sep 3
a path so thin and worn.
The walls close in ahead,
leaving my spirit torn.

The sun shines bright outside,
on fields I cannot roam.
My heart, it cannot hide,
a yearning to call home.

A home that's wide and free,
where I can stretch and grow,
just simply be, just me,
and watch the wild seeds sow.
Written by
Marwan Baytie  55/M/Australia
(55/M/Australia)   
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