"Get out there and live a little" she wrote.
A little of happiness, is what she shed with her presence.
A little of life is what she let gave from her time.
A bird she is.
Loved her cage with a belief that the cage itself is the world.
"Freedom of choice" never crossed her little road.
"A wish to feel alive" was never in her wish list.
"Gush of love" never ran in her spine until;
She once just started to "Get out there (from cage)" and started to "live a little".
Beautiful cage she lived in. But;
Beautiful she felt outside of it.
There's nothing more ecstatic than the beautiful moments she spent that;
No future would dare to erase.
That beautiful she is and;
That beautiful she'll remain.
In the chaotic world that she resides;
The little road she chose to walk out of her cage;
Will question her identity, individuality and character.
But, in this little time of hers, why not;
"Get out there and live a little"?
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