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Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #2195778
Its about a bird who were trapped in case. The poem is about the birds dilemma

Sitting in a shiny case,
Hanging in this big black corridor.
Staring at the night sky,
waiting for my master to
open the bars.

Want to be free, fly high
To the distant sky, will never return.
Feel the moist and humid air passing
Through my delicate body.
And feel the happiness of being free.

Thinking about it make me feel alive
Always entertaining myself by counting,
the stars of the sky, which can be seen from the
small ventilation of the black corridor.

I cry, I laugh, no one is behind me, hear me.
Sympathize me, to hear my stories of sorrows.
Supporting me in every aspect.
The scavengers of the darkness always scare me,
Made me cry, trembling my heart.
No one to show me how to be free.

Alas, the darkness had conquered and,
All the memories and thoughts of
The poor little lonely bird, were
Lost to the eternity of the darkness.
Of the corridor.

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