River in the cage a #poetry by #Libegafrat.

She was a fish caught by the waters,
I was a shadow drowned in the mirage,
When we passed the moment of wonders,
She left here an immortal heritage:
The soul of a shadow haunts the winding rivers,
A fish in flight, within a golden cage.

Wallhood by Libegafrat

The walls were too high,
When we were child
Now they are higher,
And we are less wild.

#poem #poetry #poet #childhood #libegafrat
#kafka #thomas.v
#nature #art #visual_art #painting

Berdinal by me and Grok.

A dead bird By paul sandby

Hunting Birds at Night by -François Millet (French, 1814-1875)

The Wind's Lament by Libegafrat

The wind, a mournful ghost,
Through sodden grass doth moan,
A phantom of a life that's lost,
A memory overthrown.

It whispers tales of what has been,
A yearning, deep and old,
A beauty that the world has seen,
A story yet untold.

I fear dying in a place where freedom is worth less than a grave.