The Golden Cage

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I leave the meaning of this poem up to the reader.

Submitted: October 05, 2012

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A bird of many colors,

she flew both wild and free;

winged to unknown places;

there was much to see.

She sang a song so sweet;

so beguiling to the ear;

a melody bringing joy;

to those fortunate to hear.

Beauty of her wings;

tinged with multi-colors hue;

She caught attentive eyes;

everywhere she flew.

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Then thought a man;

could keep to him her song;

locked in a cage; not free;

or be where she belong.

Clipped wings; could no

longer fly beloved skies;

She sang songs mournful;

like a heart that dies.

Though the cage is gold;

it remained her prison be;

colored wings did fade;

she dreamed of being free.


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