’scaped Poem by Stephen Crane

’scaped

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Once, I knew a fine song,
- It is true, believe me -
It was all of birds,
And I held them in a basket;
When I opened the wicket,
Heavens! They all flew away.
I cried, 'Come back, little thoughts!'
But they only laughed.
They flew on
Until they were as sand
Thrown between me and the sky.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Abhimanyu Kumar.s 28 November 2017

Very true with a poet and his thoughts which are so not frequent nor we can hold them. Beautiful

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