Freedom's Call
with wings on her back
and fire in her soul
she'll leap from a great cliff
without a fear to fall
wind is in her hair
a smile's on her face
the world is her platform
all the way to space
her heart is whole at last
and her tears are free to fall
these tears not of sorrow
but wind-whipped freedom's call
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Free Bird
PoetryThis book is a journey: my journey, to learn my flight. I write this as someone who is searching for freedom, and who is looking to find it in whatever journey full of discoveries these poems take me on. I know I have always had wings. Now, it is...
