Dear freedom
Will I ever be able to feel
Your longed for presence?
I have wanted above all else
To experience
To know
Your sweet taste
To be able
To breathe you in freely
I have always desired
To be free
To be happy
Dear freedom
One day I will have you
and when I do
I will covet you
I will vow never to lose anything
So precious
About the Creator
AngelBee
"Excuse me, I'm speaking." - Kamala Harris
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"It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family." - Stephen King
TICK TOCK
11.59. Even though the glass had shattered, Lorna could still see that her watch ticked over. One minute until midnight. Her watch was the only thing she had that she could carry. The only thing to remember her parents by. A birthday present from last year, the year she turned seventeen.
By Elizabeth Butler3 days ago in Fiction
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