Like a bird caged up with clipped wings
So am I trapped and broken in a cell of my own creation
In the deepest pits of my consciousness lies dorment my own damnation
And like that bird calling out to a freedom long forgotten
So do I cry out for dreams long lost, forsaken
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Array of Notions
ŞiirArray of notions is a collection of thoughts and ideas carefully constructed into poetic bliss.
