The caged bird singsDenied an existence beyond the barsUntouched by the sky with its dormant wingsInflicted with invisible permanent scarsMusic is its only strength. Notes of cadence and pure delicacyWeave through a network of knotted treesFlowers dance to the enchanted melodyEchoing past clouds aided by the breezeIt sings like no other. But it is notContinue reading “Ode to Angelou’s Bird”
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