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Freedom Fight |
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sgreybe Member
since 2000-04-28
Posts 209London, UK |
FREEDOM FIGHT A poster gleams, it shouts to me More embittered, more obscure A dance; work; a new face Things flash past me in a blur A freedom fought, a battle lost Exhausted, spent, dead A life unworthy, trials met I scream, it churns instead Graphics sharp, yellow on black Retreating, backwashed tide The wholeness of the deep green sea Engulfs me as I hide Two wonders here, a soft sigh Clambering for the shore I bob up and down as I try to breathe Returning, lost, for more The drab, dark grey of an endless night Turns laughs into powerful fear Time spent alone drives me deeper down Past ancient faces that appear A gross encounter of a numbered kind Panic subsides, replaced with loss The grief of a child compares to none Except a rolling, stoneless moss Death is not all that causes grief My question; the answer known For I have seen its other side My loss, grief has shown The flight of an eagle touches me As it soars on winds of change But me I stand, rooted here Freedomless, I remain. Sylvia Greybe |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
I don't usually disagree with someone on their description I do try to shine light, and love, but I must on this point, sgraybe: you do have the wings, of freedom within your writings, you do soar with the winds of the heart, and take our souls on a magical ride within. And I look forward to more flights. From A wolf with wings also. Joel. I howl a mournful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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