Freedom

Freedom short poem

Freedom, you are

the autumn leaf drifting to the call of the season.

Freedom, you are

the tune forming in a dreamers mind.

Freedom, you are

the paint on a wet canvas

seeking it’s own path to redemption.

Freedom you are

a drop of blood trembling on the precipice of a soldier’s wound.

Freedom, you are

grains of insidiously shifting sand in a moonlit dune.

Freedom, you are

the mistral’s fury unleashed on sun ripened vine.

Freedom, you are

the joyous leap of fish freed from the angler’s hook.

Freedom you are

dust motes escaping from a long forgotten tome.

You are the dawn cloud

creeping into the shepherd’s croft.

You are the drooping flag that will not fly

for a war that should not be fought.

You are phosphorescence riding the waves

of a turbulent sea.

You are pride

you are joy

you are sorrow

but most of all… you are free.

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Charu
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Wonderful salute to freedom !

Editorial Board
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Beautiful! A brilliant piece of writing which sets the heart on fire and inspires one to fly high and free!

Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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I like the figurative allusions.

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