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Iris Eileen
young lark delights
over prairie fields
soaring high for
the golden light
grown lark caged within
cities of care
calling out for
expansive lands
released lark
ascending
into spirit’s hands
over prairie fields
soaring high for
the golden light
grown lark caged within
cities of care
calling out for
expansive lands
released lark
ascending
into spirit’s hands
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remembering my mother
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