I know now that nothing is mine
we were but an unwritten page
sorrow surrounds me like a vine
I ache to fly free from my cage

Strange serenity of hollow
alone here on this empty stage
as warm winds call to the swallow
I ache to fly free from my cage

© Ann Bagnall

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