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A Thousand Tigers

By Ruth Calder Murphy - Arciemme

The door of my cage is open.

Will I dare

go there,

where tigers prowl?

The bars of my cage are soft.

Will they be

pillows for me

to dream of freedom?

Or will they yield to my touch,

my wings stretched wide,

fall away at the up beat

and on the down beat,

watch me rise?

My wings have the strength of a thousand tigers.

The door of my cage is open

and the world waits.

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