A small bird Builds a nest In the mango tree Near my balcony... I sip a glass of morning water Seeing it carry twig by tiny twig To weave it's minutes, days, and life.
"All of one's life is a struggle towards that; the narrow path between freedom and belonging. I have sometimes sacrificed freedom in order to belong, but more often I have given up all hope of belonging."
Jeanette Winterson
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love this poem...
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