If the gust of wind is my breath
If the rustle of trees is my voice
Then I am sincerely free
My song is carried by the wind
Where she dances with the leaves
And there are no limitations
The wind touches people
But they get past by it
Closing their eyes
They listen to the trees sometimes
But eventually they stop
Looking high up just for a while
But at least they do no harm
At least I do not disappoint
No soul can break my heart
If I am to be Free
Let me touch the sky
Let me not fear the sun
Take my Psyche to this green land of hope
Let me finally hear my Song
YOU ARE READING
. . . F R E E . . .
Poetry"I don't know how it started Don't know how to stop it Suddenly, I'm dancing To imaginary music" ~ Florence + Machine, Choreomania
