Reason
The rebel poet
Of guarded heart
Brushed of love
In strokes of art
Seemingly brilliant
Never enough
My love subdued
Consuming rust
And so I wander
Endless days
To find the words
To fill the page
Where all alone
A little bird sits
Locked within
A cage of regret
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And then he sang a song of freedom
In harmonious melodies
Solidarity
And reason
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