I read her like a fascinating book.
I look at her as a piece of intriguing art work.
I watch her in a black and white nostalgic movie.
I imagine how she would sound in all her shrinking presence.
Cruelly, you picked her out from the wild
With contempt you isolated her from her family
All for your selfish needs
You gratify from her beauty
You covet her freedom
You punish her for her silence
A songbird gave up her will to survive
Not for a pair of clipped wings
But for a dimming voice
Flicker of Thoughts 
Wow this is so beautiful. π¦β€οΈπ€
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This is inspired by one of Terveen’s post: https://wp.me/p9hsTx-1tt
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I just read it itβs really beautiful. Great take on the piece Cassa. Hope youβre having a blessed weekend. Big hugs and love π¦β€οΈπ€πΉ
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It has been raining here. A cosy weekend. Wishing you a relaxing one! Xoxo
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An outstanding finale stanza Cassa ..
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It’s really a beautiful piece, Cassa. There are many who will relate and identify with this. Forced silence is tragic. I feel for the songbird…
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Thanks Terveen. The loss of one’s voice is a graduate dimming process.
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I agree — beautiful. And perfectly ended.
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Thank you George!
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What a beautiful poem, yet in it I find also so much sadness! Love the way you capture those feelings in word and image. β€
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Thanks Jaya!
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Each line of this piece is so powerful and vibrant. Bravo!
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Thaank you so much, that makes me happy. π€
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Ah, I’m glad. Thank you for sharing. ^_^
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Tragic !!
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I remember Misty crying at night, missing her siblings when they first got her. I happened to be at home that day, I felt terrible π. After that she slept in the bedroom with my parents with her own cage and bed if she wanted it π.
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Poor Misty!
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