'They wonder why birds don't sing in gilded cages, but is the answer not simple?
Birdsong is formed by the taste of fresh dew and the scent of the forest, the touch of strong winds and the sound of the ocean, by the sense of an unbound existence.
For it is the fire of freedom that inspires creation.
And cages, golden as they may be, stifle our flames.'.......................................................................
Freedom is too essential to live without.
Yours,
Celestia.
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Meraki
PoetryMeraki (μεράκι) [May-rah-kee] • Greek (n.) To put something of yourself into your work. Soul. Creativity. Love.