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Shackled



The cool breeze flows

across the tranquil blue waters.

Hardly a ripple does it make.

The translucent sky is reflected

in the mirror.



Birds soar effortlessly above

On the wind’s current.

So absolutely free to glide,

wherever the wind takes them.



Oh, how I wish

to ride

High upon the wind.

To soar across the blue waters,

The blue ridge mountains.



But alas I am shackled

Here to the pier

of my own making

For all eternity.

Unless

the breath of the wind

should just carry me off

To the exotic places

I dream of visiting.