The little bird once caged
soars high and freely
over the sky.
The smile on her eyes
shone brighter than
the span of your wings.
But even so,
there's no one
else in the sky.
No else but soulless
birds, the dead sun and
fleeting clouds.
And so the little bird came back.
The cage were rusted from here and there
but that's her home.
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