Like a free lark,
Getting up early,
Sitting on a bough,
Singing to the caged Bird,
Of its own kind,
To remember its own home;
Precisely in the same way,
The mother spirit sings,
Tomycaged soul,
To free myself,
from the bondage of my nafas
Mykoul
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