A Caged Bird in Spring
A caged bird in spring knows quite well that he might serve some end; he feels well enough that there is something for him to do, but he cannot do it. What is it?
A caged bird in spring knows quite well that he might serve some end; he feels well enough that there is something for him to do, but he cannot do it. What is it?
I am often homesick for the land of pictures.... yet that thing that is called soul, they say it never dies, but lives, and goes on searching always and always and forever.