Caged

A gentle bird looked outside her bars

She longed to feel a warm breeze beneath her wings

To fly, across exotic lands

Maybe perching a while, observing all before her

To sing and be heard, appreciated, not cursed

She did not know how, to fly

It existed, she felt it

Was natural, She just knew it

Yet a yearning

Secretly

Told her she should try

©paul

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