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Dec 2013
She smiled, awhile I tarried there, fashioned castles out of air. She laughed, set my heart aflame, tis love, or my overactive brain.

I think of her but who is she? A bird encaged longing to be free? Is she content in her cage? Or does she beat the bars with rage? Do I put my thoughts
on her? Building castles in the air? Who am I? who is she? Both are struggling to be free.
Written by
kevin morris  London (UK)
(London (UK))   
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   Sally A Bayan
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