Friday, August 21, 2020

Birdcage

 Your soul was born free and destined to fly

Somehow someone has managed to trap it

For a while.

Still it has never forgotten its song

It just lies there still for a new chance to be born

And fly

When the hand on the lock shakes in fear

Or if it forgets the reason to trap

Your spirit

Take your chance, go out and around

To see the beauty and colors of the world reborn 

in light


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