A Simple Poem | Reflection
The cell,
a room with one
window,
a place
to rest.
The cell,
a prison for one
soul,
captive,
restless.
The choice,
hope, perspective
matters,
beauty,
cold.
The cell,
bar-less window,
three flowers
peer through,
alone.
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