An empty cage stand on the lawn,
Wet, rusty and old.
Longing for his bird,
Yearning for her lonely songs.
Without her, he's no longer his purpose.
Perhaps his heart wasn't really made of steel.
Perhaps being selfless is better
Than being himself.
Perhaps she is somewhere
Singing.
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Of Prose and Poetry
诗歌A collection of prose and poetry about compassion, life, love and loss. Feel free to find a piece of yourself with in my works. Thank you for reading and please feel free to comment below. Thank you Highest attainment Rank 2 in poetry
