Crystal Moon, Paper World

Crystal Moon, Paper World

A Poem by Rose

In a glass cage,

The walls are iridescent.

And although the bird could see the land ahead,

She knew, that to hope,

Would only be a rotten mirage.

Trapped in a clear castle only known to her,

The bird was sick and tied.

Her Flamboyant Feathers now cut and dulled,

Her Cheery Tunes a mere memory;

too far away to grasp and yet,

too, too close to see.

The flight of the free passing by her window every day;

A wind sweeping across the world; a wind she could not feel.

Torture bestowed upon the bird by the deepest of nature’s sins.

The bird was sick and tied.

© 2016 Rose

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Lovely poem. I love the choice of words and phrases. Keep writing!

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