each evening, as the day descends,
she screams inside, her spirit bends
they search, a constant, fruitless quest,
for something that does not exist
her freedom's price, a cost immense,
a spotlight now demands her sense,
to choose the option, rare and bold,
a path where her true self unfolds
but all roads lead back to the cage,
a gilded prison, a gilded rage
yet in my gaze, this cage appears,
a sanctuary, where solace nears.
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Take Time To Smell The Roses
PoetryIt's poetry, "Take time to smell the roses" when we are all busy chasing the name, fame, and dreams where we forget almost ourselves and the surrounding beautiful things to see in this chaotic life. it's to inspire all those little things and v...
