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freedom
June 12, 2012
The wind blowing through my hair
The sun kissing my skin
The grass tickling my legs
When I’m there, I’m free
When I’m home, I’m free
When I’m with my brother I’m free
Every thing bad seems to disappear
All my bad memories unbind me and let me run free
All the impurities leave my soul
I belong there
My home is the countryside
And that’s where I need to be
… where I’m going.
© Cameron C., Milford, CT
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OldYoungOne said...
on May. 25 2013 at 12:38 am
I know the feeling... I feel the same way about my boyfriend and the forest I used to live next to. The relatabliity carries this poem so there's no need for poetic twists to confuse and dillude the poem. I like it.
