Sometimes in my dreams, I am a yellow bird,
sitting on the window sill
of a small white room.
A tiny pink baby is crying inside.
She is alone, curling and uncurling with hunger.
She is hungry for love.
She is hungry for the world waiting for her
to blossom into beauty.
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