The poetess bird sitting on a cage
wherein love is caged as a prisoner of war.
She is still singing the song of hope
to keep love alive.
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We are all prisoners of love, harboring a little hope But we have stumbled o'er the hill and fast running out of rope Thank you sir, your optimism is encouraging in these troubled times...10
Love! You are plainly innocent, you do not know the swords are now developed into nuclear weapons! Adieu My Bird! ............................................................................... Exposed well. Thanks.
one day nature with air and moisture will make the grills rusty. Grills will be broken and love will set free. Love even if caged will break free of all barriers and fly free! A beautiful poem of shining hope! ! A 10.