Captive caged
A languid Lark
Perched forlorn
The iron swings
A sweet sound
The happy hymn
A cheery chorus
Of witty winds
And alas I know
Why the caged bird sings.
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The world to a poet
PuisiRandom rhymes and tepid times, My weird wants and witty whines. Moral, immoral , these are just lines, May or may not hold symbols and signs, The path to glory, I guess is not my story. The glow of sacrifice, I'm never that nice. The hardship and st...
