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Out of boundaries; the free bird

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Within the enclosure pinfold I perch on the channels of restrictions. Am drifted with the blow of plight, far beyond submissive endure far away from my destine that I dreamed of! I listen the tick tock, slipping away smoothly.I restraint myself. Despite of the gloom there is a hope that shines I'll soar high, out of boundaries; the free bird

 ''Everything is possible need is you tend to make it so''. 

Written for - Picture it and Write

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  1. Amrit SinhaDecember 23, 2013 at 1:10 AM

    This is such a lovely piece ... the hope should always be there :-)

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  2. HopeDecember 23, 2013 at 10:04 PM

    the cage is quite an interesting piece with a clock on the bottom! very interesting and an appropriate write for the pic. Simran! we are held to this earth with many restrictions and time goes on. one thing for certain time changes everything and some restrictions are lifted while others are gained in life. and i agree with Amrit Sinha, there should always be hope. Well done! :)

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  3. Varun SinghDecember 27, 2013 at 9:18 PM

    Nicely penned :)
    Visiting your blog for the first time and it is turning out to be a pleasant experience :)
    Keep blogging

    http://simplysaid22.blogspot.in/

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    1. SimranJanuary 6, 2014 at 7:14 PM

      Hey Varun, Welcome!
      Glad you had a pleasant read. Hope to see you again :)
      Thanks!

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  4. Someone is SpecialDecember 28, 2013 at 9:54 PM

    Everything is possible little one.. Loved this one!!

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