I look at her behind bars and I want to meet her
I want to introduce myself and leave an unforgettable impression
But how do I leave
For this cage gets smaller as I get bigger
I am pressing my face towards the metal bars,
My skin pushed between the tight gaps, itching for a taste of her
I can't wait to devour her
If only I were free
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The Way Trees Wait For Spring
ПоэзияWelcome to The Way Trees Wait For Spring Breathe between your tears and laughters Live through your lessons and memories Enjoy this short temporal moment of a human life
