How will I see another bird fly?
Their colorful feathers are gone.
A mournful call is etched in my memory.
How will I see another fish swim?
Their sparkling fins have vanished.
I see a distant splash and the ripples spread.
Soon I can enter my home.
I will turn the key confidently.
As the door opens, I might see the blinds sway.
My dreams tell me that I am not alone.
I want people to share my joy.
Although the sky is dark tonight,
I know that the sunrise is near again.
W. Wayne B.
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