Freedom Song

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Freedom Song



You stand silently,

as if there's something
you wanted to say.
Your thoughts spring.

Your coat is sleek.

Visible brawn to all.
Strong and dark,
memoirs of the fall.

Your eyes are cold,

weak and splintered.
Obsession speaks
cold you weathered.

I brush you to tip,

yet you only ponder
the fields of happy
in wilds of summer.

Tears welt your eyes

in each stroke of life,
renewed and divine.
Freedom from strife.

Run wild horse! Run!

Set your soul free.
Untamed, unleashed.
Run wild horse! Flee!

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Qualin commented on Freedom Song

07-18-2010

ANOTHER WELL DESERVED WRITE UNIQUE CAPTURING THE READER IS A HIGH HONOR...THAT YOU DID QUALIN

lonewolf commented on Freedom Song

07-11-2010

i love it. horses are awesome creatures, makes me wish i still had mine.

ansari commented on Freedom Song

07-11-2010

Beautiful poem about the wild and the free which you seem to enjoy so much. thank you. a 10 from me.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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