I dream of open spaces and sunlight. I dream of freedom. I dream of adventure and romance.
I dream of her.
This transition has not been easy. I was always a wild one, forever on the move, forever starting a new adventure. To be locked away with no hope of escape doesn’t suit my nature.
And the cruelty of it all! Just across that small courtyard that I can glimpse through an opening that I can never pass, just there, always in sight but forever out of reach, is where she is.
If only I could see her one last time, catch a glimpse of her smile. If only I could hear her melodious voice one last time, I’d be content to settle here forever in my personal prison. But no! She is kept just out of reach.
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