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You Are Free
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You Are Free
My precious butterfly
do you feel the breeze
caressing your wings
of emerald blue?
No longer will I hold you
you are free to go.
Lift your wings
take to the air.
I won't look back
nor wait your return.
Feel the freedom
I've forever set you free.
And you love it none the less even though you no longer own it nor control its destiny. True love does not covet.
Nice sentiment, well expressed in this piece, Kat.\
Ken
My Secret River