#genevriers

[ofmud]

genevriers

           the free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees. and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and she names the sky her own. but a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams, her shadow shouts on a nightmare scream, and her wings are clipped and her feet are tied, so she opens her throat to sing                                                                                 ---- maya angelou