In this quiet, little place, where I am at home. A space of green and natures call, a place to rest, a cosy nest. I need not things of comfort, to make me whole. For things, being things have taken there toll. A kind, gentle, voice that envelopes my soul cost not a penny. Those are the longings that bind this ones songs. So sing me sweet notes so that I might feel the wind on my face, the light in my eyes, and the clouds at my wings. Then cut the strings to see if I soar. For if I would, I should surely come about and land alongside of yours. If I flounder, would you seek me out beyound the hills into the marshlands where the red wings make there nest? To let me mend until I can try the Flight, yet again.
Reason for writing:
So many people are helping me here. I know not who they are
but for there words. I just dont want them to give up on me.
In turn I will do as they do and hold out a loveing hand.
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