I always sing of birds flying
always got this feeling as if I'm dying
I never showed you when i was enraged
perhaps it was because you put me in a cage
YOU ARE READING
the bird who couldn't sing
Poetryonly the moon has heard and the walls echoed back what the feathers concealed, torn up beneath the notes out of tune and the beak freightened shut stepping a few inches back fore these wings don't take flight opening one feather lead to another pree...
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I always sing of birds flying
always got this feeling as if I'm dying
I never showed you when i was enraged
perhaps it was because you put me in a cage
