The trees swayed here and there
Lost in the silent rhythm of the winds
Whispering dark secrets that journeyed far
Unflustered by scheming ways of this world
Pinkening sun vanishing in distant horizons
Dark clouds forming across the dull sky
Reflecting dark haunting thoughts
And another unfulfilled promise
The caged bird begun singing
A sad song reverberating loudly in the air
The aging song seemed like an endless torture
As if performed by someone in the wrong stage
The creek crack of the cage tormented the ears
Than that of uncertainty to what awaited
That trickled under the charcoal sky
The scent assaulting the nostrils
Hope was a sad irritation
The song carried a hurt, pleading sound
A weakened sound with no meaning or reason
Since the prospect of death grieved the caged bird
Approaching thunderstorms emptied light in the sky
Soon she would be a flower savaged by gale
She was trapped in spite of everything
Waiting to feel her heartbeat dying
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