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On Trust

By yes_i_am, Faizabad, India

My Trust is a feeble thing,
I have starved her so long,
You'd think she escaped
From Auschwitz
She's barely alive.

Desperate for a home,
She roams,
in the blue,blue skies,
But does the sparrow ever nest,
Where her broken eggs lie?

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