Cynical eyes alienating
a desperate bird in an
enclosure on a distant
land,inaccessible to light
or sound,the sole consort
to her little soul was
the breeze around her.
With every dawn the
affinity brewed stronger.
The breeze consoled
her,forgetting her
misfortune,a new
journey begun where
in solace the fowl
remained in trance.
In delight the breeze
grounded her with
the abstract nectar’s
of the occult reign,
transforming her into
a unique entity,fresh,
unstirred,blissfully she
lived a sanctified
estranged life.
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