I am like bird in a cage
Feeling the breeze kissing my brow
Watching the Sun chasing the Moon
Hearing the waves crushing the shore
I am like trophy on the shelf
Admired and adored but there I stay
Till the dusts do come
Then they hide me away
I am like an antique timepiece
Ticking away in some jewel box
So prized but locked away
No one could see the beautiful Me
Come and save me, set me Free….
- M@t@Maya (© 28-05-2010)
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