Myth of a trap

Myth of a trap

Black and blue the birds flew 
sprinting and chirping they had a green hue, 

unlike you and unlike me 

From far away they could see ,

life pass by everyday thought a man sitting in his room.

The bird watched the human as it sat on the bay,

doing things in a seemingly unique way.

From the window that was a prison like divide , both of them couldn’t slay.

Their eyes met and inside were sighs they couldn’t say.

Little did they realised that both of them were soaked  in the sun’s rays . 

Pursuing quests different , which just they could get,

but enviousness did intersect. 

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Rhea Hans
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