I was a bird For you I flew from heights to be closed in your cage
Now, you say
“You are free, run away …”
What to do with my freedom without arms? Now I’m afraid to fly …
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Very sad and learned helplessness is tragic. Still, there is tomorrow and always hope…really a treat to read your work
Yes, you have already realized that ‘tomorrow’ is always there…seated in all poems…^^) I was not aware about that but you are making me reflect… Thank you David )))
been there and felt that before. nice imagery here.
You have been there? Good to have so many friends :-))) Thank you Don.
Wow! Deeply told. So dependent you don’t know how to be free. Sad.
Yes, everyone needs the wings to be independent. Sad but good the get the message :-))) I am happy to know your point of view!!!
that’s so very well done.
Thank you Mr.Rich 🙂 I appreciate!
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