Freedom is
Freedom is only
in silence
where space grows.
Still words walk
out of my soul,
the changes of weather,
the awakening mind
When you listen
you can find my breath
and yours will go with it
into the wind of time
Or you will see them
as small letters
on a warpath
dancing in masks
blown out of a fire,
a thirsty man burning.
or you will feel the wings
resting in the heart of storm
where i can sail
without weight
in my solitude
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