I have this song. It isn't necessarily a happy song, but when I feast my ears upon it's sound, I melt. My eyes once afraid to close now close with ease, feeling lighter then sound waves themselves. They close with this inexplicable freedom. It's like my heart has blossomed wings and is flying with the translucent music notes in the sound waves of the song. You're at peace for a few sweet minutes. Your body isn't moving but you feel like you're swaying in the wind. For a few measly minutes you know what it's like to fly, but you posses no wings to fly with. Music is truly, inexplicably, a wonderful thing.
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Freedom
RandomThis is a collection of some of my poems I have written about what it's like to be free. Whether freedom be death, music, letting go, being crazy, having fun, praising, enjoying nature, floating, crying, or even loving. Just let freedom ring.
