Freedom

The door closes behind me
with a snap.
My footsteps echo strangely
on the street’s pavement.
I feel the urge to go back.
A pale sun is struggling hard
to escape the cloud’s clutches.
The smell of incense covers
the salty scent of the sea.
A treacherous fog hovers over the waters.
The murmuring priest’s voice,
coming from the meager church,
reminds me more of the earth
than of the heaven.
Smiling,
I move on and do not even care
that I go on the road
wearing the carpet slippers.

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J.rid
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I liked it very much reading give me a sense of tip-toeing through life free from its shackles albeit for a moment.

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