The bird

A bird flies in and out,
should like to flee from his house.
Did not want to mesh more
want to go out into the distance.

Also, when the golden cage was
He was pale, was no longer blank.
A prisoner, year after year,
his heart was sick.

Lost himself in the sea of time
have to find themselves only.
And saw in a colorful dress
love the new loops bind.

The bird flutters no longer,
he has found his goal.
Dreams to live it is not difficult
his heart is now healthy.

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Copyright © 2009 by Petra Grabau