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The first poem I've ever written.

Freedom

A lonely bird imprisoned in a dark cave

Freezing in the cold but tries to be brave

Wishing for freedom and justice

to soar in the night sky again in peace

He spent his long days thinking

How his body is weak and bleeding

looking for a way to get out of there

he gets in deeper but could only stare

at an exit leading outside to the forest

he gathers all of his energy to its fullest

he flies slowly and weakly hoping to be found

as he escapes, he crashes and falls to the ground

The bird was never to see light again.

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