minim wrote:Feathers dull and tattered, eyes covered by a dazed film,
The caged bird balances precariously on the edge of the abyss.
With stale seed for sustenance, and standing water for its thirst,
It lives a life of boredom, solitude and sadness.
From where it sits, it can see through a window into another world,
Where birds soar and dip on currents of air, flocking together
Singing for all the world to hear.
With bright eyes and glistening feathers, they gleam in the sunlight.
And it remembers, and yearns,
To be free once more…
as do I.
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