The bird in the cage always pleaded, always cried but also dreamed of better tomorrow, every night
Singing the lullabies to the moon, saying the most colourful things
As if telling the beautiful moon, she felt the things he did, even from that far
The collision of thoughts hid in the heart, could be shown easily, from how she moved from one corner to another
The bird's feather burnt from dreaming too much and hiding too much
Only if the moon knew, she was suffering in the house of sweet walls
Rising in every hope and dying in every disappointment or disapproval
Realising, she running in death circle and the crowd was cheering, not noticing how hard she sweat, every time she jumped in
The moon whispered in her ear, the poetry of pure love and full of hope, whenever she looked at him
Swinging in the moonlight, she knew the only company she had was the moon
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White Stained Roses
PoetryA collection of poetry about love, pain, misery and hurdles of life. A way of escape through words into the skies of freedom, above the clouds ,where no one can reach me except the bridge of melody I've tried to add roses everywhere in my...
