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I sit and see the awning of leaves out there
And light through  leaves dances like crystals too
A dance of light and dark in  woods  isn’t rare
I wish I could go to the green woods too
My chain and ball sitting  in my wheelchair
A canopy of leafy green I declare
I’m barred from the green ,can’t move on my own
Cut off from life and in the exile zone

— The End —