Monday, January 10, 2011

Caged

A sad song drifts from the golden cage,
Of beauty and sweetness, terror and rage.
Uncontrolled long for distant sky,
The scent of roses way up high.


Freedom so close, but yet so far,
Never to go farther than iron bar.
Wings are trapped, short life is drawn,
Only release is the haunting song.

~2/28/08~

Haven't we all felt this way?
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3 comments:

  1. Ladywillowgrey AncalimonJanuary 10, 2011 at 8:54 AM

    Wow, this is amazing! Did you write it? I do feel that way sometimes.
    It reminds me of one of my favorite books
    The Prince and the Magic Bird by Alfred E. Waller. It's a really old book but it is one of my favorites ever! :)

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  2. AnonymousJanuary 10, 2011 at 1:47 PM

    beautiful!
    loving your blog dearie! please come and stop by mine sometime :)
    www.itsfashiondamnit.blogspot.com

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  3. The MagpieJanuary 10, 2011 at 4:32 PM

    I did write this. And thank you all for stopping by! :)

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