A bird in a cage is as a ship without water, but clouds shall never touch the surface yet it absorbs what's inbetween.
The creativity sugar coats the true art in view, what was done through sweat and blood holds just an emblem to admire.
Words spoken are, apparently, fit for a king, yet words that are not his own. Inspired by visions of another that waits for the right time.
Drawn by their beauty as a butterfly attracted to the nectar, the essence in life it thrived on before its transformation.
Their world is living as in one, so their advancements for prying is for believing in giving what to truly want. Others have been tearfully clinging on by a crest of a moon, seeing from the corner of an eye, not to be getting those true desires.
In the forest; bare naked truth has the battle begin for everyone whom has a mighty day to get through. What shall seem a task ahead is for the requests that are required. Each has their own talents to combine that shall bring out their true appearance. And nothing will stand in their way.
In the stones; looking back will never know how conquered the mountain is for always seeing a distant past where new seeds sown shall encourage a future, taking different paths will be seeds as that cherry on the top and what reaches the peak, love being a one-track mind will follow that same path they always walked and accomplish all the same.
St. Luke Ch.13:V.16 " - And ought not this woman, being a daughter of Abraham, whom Satan hath bound, lo, these eighteen years, be loosed from this bond on the sabbath day?"
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