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The Emporer's Nightingale

Only an emporer  
could cage a nightingale
and listen to her sing.
 
The cage was gilded
gleaming gold and white,
and I flew into your open eyes.
 
My heart sat perched
upon the spindle of your soul.
 
I sang for you.
 
But the nightingale
she always knew,
that no one could keep her forever
 
Because birds
unlike their mechanical duplicates,
    
    were born to fly.
Written by Daisy_Kyriss
Published | Edited 2nd Sep 2012
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