Saturday, September 11, 2010

Freedom
When I fall into an imaginary state,
I think thoughts of freedom, like a lungs first breath
my time on earth wanders,
my mind wonders, too,
sometimes this heart's dream is gracious and anew, a slave as me no more

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Inspiring SC. Keep 'em coming.

HP

Juice Box said...

Fantastic, as always. I especially like "like a lungs first breath."

Jingle Poetry said...

breath taking...love your choice of words.

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