Birdcage

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May 30, 2011 by Aisyah H. Zaelani

Singing to the rising sun
Embracing the warmth of the morning
Chattering with friends as they fly passing me by
Wishing I was out there dancing to the wind blows and playing behind the clouds
But all I have is these bars made of steel
Make every night worth stealing
Where moon always pale and frown
And the stars shine pretentiously
Trying to survive staying without flying
Mourning amid the coldness of the black pitch
All reflect the sorrow inside the enchanted bars
These wings are longing for the flaps
This hair is longing for the caress of air
I’m longing for FREEDOM.

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