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love letters for the end of the world: ix
how sweet the sky,
how vast, how close.
how mad to try.
how cruel to hope.
and flightless, although
strong of wing,
some nights
the cagèd bird
still sings.
how vast, how close.
how mad to try.
how cruel to hope.
and flightless, although
strong of wing,
some nights
the cagèd bird
still sings.
Published 6th Apr 2020
Author's Note
there in the choicelessness of grief, is joy. in the dread of futility, resistance must exist. even if its only outcome is pain.
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16th Apr 2020 6:41pm
I just read over this again... Very uplifting writing, Spidey. Keep it up!
29th May 2020 6:49am
thank you! i never would have thought this could be uplifting. greatly appreciate the response 🥺💚
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29th May 2020 6:55am
It's good that the bird still sings, though sometimes it's a sad song... the tragedy would be if the bird stopped singing altogether!
I'm a fan of Maya Angelou ;)
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/383457-i-know-why-the-caged-bird-sings/
I'm a fan of Maya Angelou ;)
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/383457-i-know-why-the-caged-bird-sings/
