Koror Gloom


Trapped like a caged green bird

But what cage is it that surrounds me

Whose bars are made of the sadness of all things

Preventing to spread light angel wings.

Sorry little bird, you can’t fly free.

If I cannot fly free then I will sing the song of the zen flute bird,

Seldom known for seldom heard

Until the cage, the bars, and the wings

Fade away like soft sea foam.

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