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Source: greenandflex
Sleep my pretty bird.
I won’t say a word.
Just rest your weary eyes.
Then we say our goodbyes.
Soon you will fly away to heights
As you drift through the days and nights.
Your new badge of freedom
You’ll wear in your kingdom.
But always remember me
As the one who set you free.
Love ya!
Jane
The really nice thing about your poem is the last line where you set the bird free as a metaphor for letting someone go. Wonderful.
Ron
creatures, but for humans? I most prefer a gilded cage,
a comfort zone, and who can blame them?