Freedom

I sense freedom, 
but can’t fully grasp it.
I may feel it; 
but certainly can’t reach it.
As I soothingly inhale freedom, 
I tenaciously refuse to exhale it. 
Freedom swims through my flesh spontaneously, 
and comes to an end as it reaches my bones. 
The bars of society have cornered my passion for freedom. 
Freedom accompanies me during lengthened nights,
and propitiously makes me more content with myself.
I think beyond universe 
and so do I feel courageous when I am with you.
I solely close my eyes 
to sense that feeling of being eternally free. 
My mind, soul and body coincide
and compassionately harmonize simultaneously when feeling eternally free.
I imagine myself as a painted bunting 
soaring in the atmosphere, 
having nowhere to go
but feeling remarkably enthusiastic.
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joshie's picture

cool, freedom

cool, freedom Smile

bishu's picture

Nice !! Welcome to PostPoems.God bless.Happy journey.

Nice !! Welcome to PostPoems.God bless.Happy journey.


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