“when we were birds, we knew how to ride the wind's whims, to tire ourselves with flight, to sleep at night like stones.” FreedomChildhoodYouthInnocenceExplorationIdealismBirdsAdventure FictionInnocence Lost Book:But Still She Flies: Poems and Paintings Source: But Still She Flies: Poems and Paintings
“With your weathered feathers, sunken breast and chipped beak, you can exit now. Spread the wire with your wings and sing the sweet melody that still wriggles in your throat, as you soar out the window that was always there.” FreedomFlightSoarCagesBirdsFlySelf ImprisonmentEscape Oneself Book:But Still She Flies: Poems and Paintings Source: But Still She Flies: Poems and Paintings