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Free

The twinkle in the stars

the whisper in the wind

climb a tall tree 

and sit on a limb

 

sit there and think 

let your mind go wild 

finally, I was free 

but for just a little while

 

listen to the coyotes 

howling by the tracks

and listen to the river

flowing in the back

listen to the leaves rustling in the wind 

look at the owl 

trying to fly

or look at the bat

up in the sky 

 

now I remember what it feels like to be free

and it is only here where I  can really be me  

poetry

◄ Broken promise

confusion ►

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