Little bird,
you were left alone
inside this cage with closed doors.
You grew lonely, you felt lost,
you endured the pain people caused.
But now I set you free.
So fly high, my little bird
fly far, fly back home to your family.
But as you fly away from this cage,
promise me one thing,
promise that your memory of me
will stay.
- w.r
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A Cup of Tea's
PuisiA collection of poetry and other written works personally made by yours truly. Warning: Will contain some contents unsuitable for young audiences. Please at your own risk. Hope you'll find what you're looking for. 💕 - w.r
