Why we think of birds
When it comes to a talk of freedom
I saw a lion roar
Full of agony and terror
Caged in bars and fence
No one so merciful to liberate him
And all the passion he had
Now seems to sink in depths of his doom
Once a reckless heart
That used to smile when piercing flesh
And all what is left now
Is desperation of his renewal
Free from the boundaries
And solitude he's made to live in
And all he longs for is
Either his Freedom or his ashes
Words used:
Freedom
Liberate
Heart
Renewal
Solitude
Ashes
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Lost Lover
PoetryHighest rank #11 in poetry #11 in poetry on 27/01/2018 #14 in poetry on 26/01/2018 PS: If you get bored easily, then I recommend to read the collection from the newest posts... You just walk walk and walk sometimes to know what's your destiny. I kep...
