The bird,
Mute,
Perched behind
Prison bars,
Self-forged,
Mindfully shut up,
Caged
In faultless cell,
Compromising never,
Nor ever offering
The hope of flight
On floundering wings.
For, where
In this world
Could she
Ever fly?
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