Freedom
Tears that flow
Each time I look back.....
Waters that run down my cheeks
Meeting my lips
I discover that you are the salt in my tears.....
Squeezed from the fruit of emotion.
Winds that blow freely
From my lips
When tunes of loneliness
Out to console.
I make discovery the air we breath in
Is the same we breathe out.
The drum that paces
Rhythm within my ribs
Racing with these thoughts of you.
Mystic once blowing
Looses rhythm
With these your vexations.
So let me be
Me and you can never be
I want to be free....
Like a butterfly
Let me dance in the air
Land on the flower I choose.
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