HER
Her eyes were blue
Like the oceans that I would cross
To be able to see her face again
Her hair was like silk
That was delicately spun
In the webs of my fingers
I was an Eagle
Released
Soaring above the treetops of freedom
But she was a canary
Locked away
Not allowed to feel the freedom I’ve known for so long
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