Free as a bird,
Living life to its fullest,
Living in life,
Touching, feeling smelling.
Free as a bird, but cannot fly,
Living life to its fullest when life's not full,
Living out life, not in,
Touching, feeling, smelling, behind glass.
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Author:
Eeva (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 7th, 2016 15:16
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
WELCOME EEVA - LOVE YOUR FIRST POEM. It strikes a chord - to some extent we all live our lives (from time to time) behind glass. Often I feel a bit like a tropical fish. Freedom to swim up and down and round and round in my tank - BUT - I'm behind glass ! Thanks for sharing - BRIAN
Lively, a touch melancholy...
I like this poem: it speaks from the heart.
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