Poetry

Set Free

Confined in a cage called home
I long to meander the outside.
Wishing I was free to roam
Fearless and untied.

All I do is staring out from the window
Morosely gazing as birds fly high.
Resting my head on a hard pillow
Restrainedly yearning for time to pass by.

Such a feast for the eyes
Oh beautiful blue sky.
Through the window I can see the sun rise.
This is a wanderlust I cannot deny.

Melbourne, July 18th, 2016.

 

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