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A Curious Bird

A Curious Bird

Enclosed within a Faraday
to shield against external pain,
but through the bars so scarce yet wide
a glimpse of what exists...
Outside

No room to stretchĀ  or wings to fly
but warmth of sun still penetrate,
sweet sounding words toĀ  soothe the breast
words Ā that I try to imitate..
at best.

Escape or stay,there is no choice
within life’s cage all things are bound.
A wingless flight, a birdsong stilled
to render me, a curious bird, now
killed.
Ā 

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lodigiana

Thank you Greg, I always value yourĀ  comments so very much my friend. Lodigiana xĀ 

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GREG TUCKER THE...

this a very powerful write.Ā  Clear images and stirred up emotionsĀ 

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lodigiana

Thank you so much Greg....so pleased you read and enjoyed it!Ā 
Lodigiana x

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lodigiana

Thank you so much WilfredĀ  Lodigiana x

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Shaun Cronick

Ā Lodigiana, so elegantly written and breath taking to read and your rhyme scheme and itsĀ  pause and pacing is perfect, to deliver a message of an inner spirit consumed and then sadly finally crushed.
Tragic and brilliant in what you convey and always a joy to read you, no matter whatever the theme or message you lovingly write and present.
Stay safe and stay healthy my friend.
Shaun.x.
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