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Once a story was heard,
locked in a black cage,
was a golden bird.
Glow of her helped her see,
what she'd never wanted to believe;
It was not her enemy who locked her,
it was the one loved by her.
The glow began to fade,
she didn't want to see the one
by whom she was betrayed.
The mortal locked by immortal locks
saw the mirror and mocks
not to the cage,not to the bond,
but to self now a rock.
The Golden Bird was no longer seen,
there was only a black girl and a black cage,
where the golden girl once had been.
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Creative Diary
PoesíaA simple poetry book by a girl who believes , the more she sees world the less she desires to live.
