cheers for new begginings
the puppeteers on the staircase
the chase in the spacious halls
the smell of soil
a fly alone
a see just one
a feel yet tooo many
a drive urged to stear steady
a longing broken at the sight of the birds flocking
and hers was commiserating
pieces and morsels
aimless at the door step
too proud to admit defeat
too enervated to revolt within her feet
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