12.01.2012

Trapped


  • Is that not of which dreams are made?


  • Magic lies beneath the wonder



"Trapped" 
I heard the soft chirps
that came from outside,
and felt the love 
within their song.
But, 
beyond that rhyme,
was I,
trapped behind a reflection,
held, 
in a large pane of glass. 
I could not fly
among the clouds,
i could not chant the nameless melodies
like the birds outside my window 


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