Monday, November 14, 2011

Freedom is in the words of a Poet
Freedom is in a bird soaring high
For it can dare to claim sky its own
And flip its open wings in joyous flight.

Freedom is in a droplet of water
For it can dissolve in the grand ocean
And never worry about drying up.

Freedom is in the wind
For it can dissolve in thin air
And whistle around hills and vales the songs of freedom.

Freedom is in the death
For it liberates one from the burden of life
And grave sleeps never to be worried by worldly sorrows.

Freedom is in the poet's words
For poet can breathe the thousand lives
And bask in the glory of freedom castled in between the lines.

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