The hauling hope

the dreams infinite

the aspirations high

an aiming sight

a bird that fly,

a forgotten land

the misty eyes

the shivering hand

a long sigh,

the dining room

an empty chair

heart in gloom

sinking in despair,

building its tomorrow

the bird frets,

each morrow;

the home awaits.

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