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The Caged Egg
The golden egg,
lit, in silver ray,
through an oriel.
Heaven's glance.
The eye of day.
Caged, it locks itself away.
Years pass by,
it sits and waits.
A crust of loneliness outside.
A loving couple marvel
at the marble in the room.
Chains of her wavy auburn hair
throw dots of pollen through the air.
He squeezes her and she casts an eye
towards the cage where the aged egg
looks back and dies.
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