Caged Serenity

In the quiet embrace of bars, a soul finds its voice, A woman's gaze, a window to the infinite. Her hands cradle an owl, a silent sentinel, A symbol of wisdom, cloaked in shadows. The sea beyond, a restless mirror, Reflects the turmoil of the world outside. Yet, within her grasp, a cluster of grapes, A symbol of life, of sweetness, of hope. Her glasses, a bridge between worlds, Focus the light of understanding. The fabric of her cloak, a tapestry of resilience, Weaves through the bars, a testament to endurance. This is not a prison, but a sanctuary, Where the heart finds its rhythm, And the spirit, its freedom. For in the quiet of the caged, The soul finds its voice, And the world, its meaning.