Tangled in a tower.
Cold is the Body,
yet Deeply set Ablaze.
Enwreathing darkness,
Questions my Existence,
How the Sun flowers here?
albeit Darkest Days,
a Hope is dimmly Lit.
Rays that Peek through,
a Puny sized Window.
sometimes I Pity the Self,
perhaps Envy the Birds.
FREEDOM is A big Blessing
anyone could desire for.
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h heart and soul? what ye desire the most, the very precise? is it freedom or the forbidden?