Wrongfully reflected

Of living life on lovers nest, of loving lovers we attest.
Of meaning memories mark our heart, miserable moments mark it hard.
Of happy hearts heard from afar, howling hoards non-healing scars.
Of confidence cast a cunning course, confining caserns hold our remorse.
Of freedom feeling finally found, forcefully fixed upon the ground.
Of troubled times and tables turned, tar and feather tailored returned.

Beyond the falling feathers flown, freeing freedom hardened stone.

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