The poet.

 “Our hearts are caged, 

and are banging on cell doors​, 

to be let out free, 

to live fulfillment,

and freedom,

to live of love,

to live of rage,

Of colors,

Of fire,

Of magic.”

 To find out more about the poem scroll on to my story: “The Poet.” http://my.w.tt/UiNb/PEj3K5nlVF

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