Rain pouring on the rooftop,
sounds so much like the sweetness in her voice.
The thunder all around me,
is much like my life.
All I wanted was the little sparrow to be what she is,
wanted to protect her from the darkness and the coldness of the mist.
But the little friend took me as a foe,
deciding to fly out the window.
I tried to keep her in only trying to keep her safe,
but she considered this to be a cage.
Finally looking at the little one's despair,
I decided to let her breathe fresh air.
I let her fly in the darkness of the growing storm,
Simply praying for her safety and wishing she would be back once more............
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