Who is there peeping on the branches
waiting for your naive soul
since your childhood
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Beautiful words..Sitting over the gold cage hidden a crowned soul....Who is there peeping...Fantastic write with deep meaning..beautifully portrayed.. Loved it...
a bright brilliant n beautiful natural sight overwhelm my sub conscious mind.
pure your flow pure your lines and glow like burning stars of true
the freedom of the bird song (i assume a canary) whether on a branch or in a cage can only be heard when in ear shot. in this poem i believe the song represents the dreams of freedom. the listener being in the cage and the bird outside the window. well done
oh is it not a crow trying to steal your breath good thoughts