The heart is like a tiger in a cage pacing and bumping into uncomfortable restricting walls and boundaries. It wants to be free, but is caged. In nature, it leaps and runs, smells the earth and the forest. It luxuriates in freedom. When caged, every move is paced and stern, the longing also caged for fear of madness.
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The heart is like a tiger in a cage pacing and bumping into uncomfortable restricting walls and boundaries. It wants to be free, but is caged. In nature, it leaps and runs, smells the earth and the forest. It luxuriates in freedom. When caged, every move is paced and stern, the longing also caged for fear of madness.