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New Poem: “flyby–“

the birds fly by
while i stand
nailed to the ground
in my native land –
how i long to fly –

countries, cities
pale underneath –
immaterial,
out of reach –

but feet on the ground
i wind my way
through day after day –

the birds fly by
and disappear
while I, despondent,
stay right here –

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