A desire to love with out consequence.
The flight which will bring all the substance ever needed.
An emotional range, escaping the cooping of a cage.
Is it to be free, or is it to love?
Is there a difference?
A fence is put in resistance.
Defending a pre-existing condition.
Nakedness, a culture shame.
But is it the eyes in which we should be blaming?
For we look, see, and make it to be.
Naturally humanly human.
Does that define the way we want it?
Is it already?
Absolute certainty.
It is the birds destiny.
Wings ready, movement steady.
Waiting so patiently.
That moment so readily given.
Door open, and in matter of seconds she is gone.
I can still see her shadow flapping away in the dawn.
If you love the bird, allow it to fly freely and enjoy. If ur love is true she will definitely come back. Very well penned poem. Words chosen meaningfully.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love or to be free..it can be one only but it can both equally...like shadow and object they tie, but they free individually but as a shape of one...and its love_Soul