I am not a body,
Imprisoned in a cage
Imbibed in a liberation wish
I am a soul
Well aware of my discretion
Angels are not required anymore
I can Create a heaven on my own
I’m ineffective of any change,
This cage will be transformed
Old and Wrinkled
Later, destroyed
But I Will be the same
Everlasting!
I’m unreactive to the charm
No wish of your embrace in young arms
That surrounds this cage
I am untouchable to
The heavenly breaths
Trying to hypnotize me
Want to imprison me
In guise,
I’m tied to the moon and the sun
And open the ends to the sky
So that,
Constantly can fly as much as high.
@Maya
Wow! Great piece.
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Nice one dear❤
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Thanks a lot
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Amazing poetry Maya, really!
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Thanks for stopping by.
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Beautiful poem, Maya, I love the expression – ‘I’m tied to the moon and the sun’,
Thank you.
Joanna
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I’m glad you liked it ❣
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Beautifully penned 💙
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😊💙
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Wowwww that is so lovely 🥰🥰🥰
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Thanks dear. 😊
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My great pleasure 🥰💞
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Mind-blowing post 🤗😇
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Thanks 😊
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Very nice
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