In a tapestry of muted hues, Where beauty and dreams intertwine, A lady with a lotus muse, Longs for freedom's distant sign. Her gaze, a secret whispered low, Behind the veil of silken pink, A world she's never meant to know, Beyond the chains of gilded ink. A child with wings, so pure and white, A guardian bound by silent pleas, Eyes that dream of endless flight, Yet anchored by the earthbound trees. A birdcage, golden, finely wrought, Holds within its metal clasp, A bird whose song of freedom sought, Echoes through the stifling grasp. Each heart a captive, longing cries, For skies unbound, for winds untamed, In dreams where their true freedom lies, Beyond the walls, their spirits named. "Desired wings," they whisper soft, In shadows cast by twilight's seam, For in their hearts, they lift aloft, And soar within a boundless dream.