With softest shadows filling the midnight air
I do dare to dream of a sparrow up their
Is it watching over me or stalking me like prey?
How does it view me as so small from where I lay?
Speaking up to the bird my words seem to fly
But drowning in my sorrow flows my tears to the sky
Has it gone away from my view and left me alone?
Maybe it's a test or a warning with no caution or cone
Clearing toward the day my way begins to look bright
For now it reappears the blessed sparrow of the night
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