Wednesday 6 April 2011

A Musing ...

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I spread my effervescent wings
And glide upon the breeze.
I'm free.
Higher and higher still, me no longer...
Can you see?
I'm free.
The scent of salt, sand, jasmine,
Wild rose, witch hazel and lavender.
Waves crashing on a rocky cliff side,
Before it seemed much louder.
An ancient dream*.¸¸.•
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A place where once I had been.
I'm free.
A forever longing, an endless search.
It was always there, inside of ME.
I'm free.
Free to be me. Free to dream.
Forever to be...
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