Glancing through a clear window,
she sees the moon's reflective glow,
and swears she can hear the water flow,
and sees the places no one will go.
Alas, looking out she can see,
the places that she will never be,
where the river is awake, full of glee,
with nothing but secrets to being free.
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I love your take on a sort of martyrdom. This is a great poem and very passionate for how short it is! I think we all want to know the secrets to being free and I love how you personify the river.
"Alas, looking out she can see,
the places that she will never be,"
That is my favorite line, because I think everyone can relate to that in a sense. The title is a little vague but suites the poem once you read it. Good job
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