Silhouettes of evening breezes chasing one another through the
tops of trees, alighting for seconds, then racing away into the invisible atmosphere.
Sunlight glazing the skies with outstanding colors of orange,
filtering through scattered whitened clouds.
Fascinating creations placed across the heavens, glanced at
from earth with tears of sorrowful remembrance.
Intense feelings of suffering held in images, crying to be
released, crying for the freedom never before experienced.
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