The air around me
is seemingly
cold,
fold by fold.
To me,
it gets old
yet it is as new
as the rising sun's dew.
No people?
No people.
Yes,
they are quite feeble.
They flow past each other
like sea gulls;
wings clashing with the wind
with the salty water hitting their 'freedom'
engraved feathers.
Freedom
is a word of funny sorts
and ironic beginnings.
Everyone seems to comprehend its meaning
yet still remain clueless
as to what it may refer to precisely.
It may be quite a philosophical phrase to use
abuse
to confuse
however each person, in the end,
has an idea of their meaning
of freedom
in their head
but I
have yet to find
the definition;
for it
has not met me.
Freedom will be my companion,
one day,
then
I shall never leave his side
and he shall never leave mine.
-YET-
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