I had a bird in a cage,
And I killed her.
Even under the melting sun,
My hands still remain cold.
Behind all those iron bars,
The bird still held a freedom
That I never had.
As I never saw the borders,
Kept aspiring for more
And was never satisfied.
She flew and I watched.
I was young,
Foolish,
Jealous —
And I killed her...
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 5:10 AM UTC
I had a bird in a cage,
And I killed her.
Even under the melting sun,
My hands still remain cold.
Behind all those iron bars,
The bird still held a freedom
That I never had.
As I never saw the borders,
Kept aspiring for more
And was never satisfied.
She flew and I watched.
I was young,
Foolish,
Jealous —
And I killed her...
23.03.2025, by Soldat Amanov