Poetry Wednesday - Freedom
An oldie from the archives
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This is a late scheduled post, due to a family emergency I’m not really around atm. I will look in when I can,
An oldie from the archives, considering the horrid news from the UK today it felt the right one to post. I may have posted it before I don’t know. I would have been 16 when I wrote it. Ah, how time flies.
Freedom Held in the hand The Freedom of the beautiful Sighs, withers and dies. Open the hand and it flys away Flourishes and is now truly free; And as the breeze captures its butterfly wings, its colours Glitter in the suns rays and Freedom, hope and peace is spread Throughout the world (Held in the hand The Freedom of the beautiful Sighs, withers and dies. Open the hand and it Flourishes, strong and lives.) c.1982/3
And there we are. That’s all for this week, ta-ra Tx
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