June 29th, 2026 – Poem #7
Its gaze soars high, yet its wings stay tucked in
This young gentle bird has not flown away
No gilded cage entraps it within
Yet some force compels, tethers it to stay.
The soul of the bird used to soar so high
Companioned by only the sun and moon,
Drowsy clouds with tearful stars in the sky,
Until it flew down and sung a sweet tune.
A melody answered through silent mist,
Ringing with the same solitary chord
A song the little bird could not resist
For no longer could his heart be ignored.
Now, it will stay for the love it has known,
Since those truly free must fly all alone.
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