Trapped

I am looking for stories of a grandma
About a princess trapped in an island

By monster captor trapped in parrots.
As anyone can be trapped anywhere.

And the children are trapped on lips.
I am trapped in an armchair painting.

Open the painting , will you, to stars
And a sun who is set to rise outside

Closed by the curtains, the birds still
Sleeping,a dark crow just back from

A long sabbatical in neighborhood.
Woman outside is sweeping the sky

Outside the curtains, its dust flying
In piano music, just above my head

And keyboard that orders its notes.
Everything is trapped in something.

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