Monday, 1 July 2013

How Sweet The Caged Bird Sings

I walked along a broken path
And crossed a crooked street

I stopped to smell a wilting rose
Its scent was still as sweet

I watched a yellow butterfly
Float by with damaged wings

I stopped and listened to my world
How sweet the caged bird sings....
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  1. Anonymous3 July 2013 at 20:08

    What a beautiful poem
    It inspires "hope."

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    1. Unknown5 July 2013 at 23:48

      Thank you. It was the intention. Beauty and purpose resides even where there are faults and imperfections.

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