Category : Poems

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Freedom's breeze
Sweet, but cold
Cutting and boundless all at once
Wings unfurled, a reluctant voyage 
Her heart flutters 
This might be the last, and she knows it 
Grass is soft, but the sky--it sings 
Bluebirds were never made for cages
Still she sits, staring upwards all the while
As the night creeps forward
She'll never fly