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On Clipped Wings (Free verse) by Viirin
He awakens in a tree;
the forest thick, with trees entwined;
the sunlight crafts a light brown landscape of thin branches;
He KNOWS he can fly.
He takes off, exhilerated.
He flies free and forward;
after awhile he stops to rest.
He looks at his perch and recognizes it;
it is the same branch of which he awoke.
His freedom lies secure, in ignorance;
obliterated in truth.
He believed he was free;
He thought he had broken free of his cage.
He sees freedom is...
but a bigger aviary.
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