My love is my memoir I often re-visit,
For the hungry tides of my monstrous romance And the tyranny of the curious soul.
I recall you, the moment I re-visit; I recall how freedom looked
Like- as he stood there with his free hair windblown;
Gay smile, I figured out the freedom...
The freedom looks like you.
What are we? If not the pebbles on the shore waiting to be caressed by the flood of the ocean?
O hungry tides, the hungry tides
Of my monstrous soul and the butterfly of my forever blues,
Give me freedom. Bring back the gay memories, the dance of dragonflies
Under the summer sun. For I, be a free bird - the raven spirit in me, shall rise.
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Mountain Souvenirs- A collection of Emotions
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