Nevermore sit by the window
Observing birds flying up high,
Scraping wings against clouds so low.
Nevermore sit near tinted panes
Away from sunbeams, trees dancing
In air, even in days of rains.
Nevermore sit behind square glass
To be a painting of still life
Framed away from people who pass.
Nevermore sit in a clear cage
Like memorabilia on display
Afraid of yellowing and age.
Emerge now among the vanguards,
Knowing, loving life and its loss,
Forever leaving behind shards.
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