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I'd be delighted to craft some poems for you! Here's a piece that explores the paradox of freedom and confinement: | |
In cages of iron, I find my wings | |
A prison of bars, where I sing | |
The sweetest melodies, that echo and cling | |
To the walls that confine, my heart that sings | |
With every note, I feel my soul take flight | |
But chains of doubt, bind me to the night | |
A paradox of freedom, in this darkest place | |
Where I'm trapped, yet untethered from the space | |
In this labyrinth of thoughts, I wander and roam | |
A maze of mirrors, reflecting my heart's home | |
Where every door, leads to another's face | |
A never-ending journey, without a set pace | |
Through the gates of dawn, I'll find my way | |
To the freedom within, that's been here all day | |
The chains of doubt, will break and fade away | |
And I'll spread my wings, to seize the brand new day | |
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