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The maples and ferns freely glide;
Their hearts are like a medallion worn;
Sentient man is free and in chains;
His heart in the alcove lies
As the feelings wither for fear.
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I come alive when I write and the feeling that those few lines may impact positively on a soul unknown to me or even elicit a smile makes it a worthwhile endeavour.
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