|Freedom (standard:poetry, 93 words)|
|Author: Billy Jack Baxter||Added: Oct 01 2003||Views/Reads: 1737/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Just a poem.|
Freedom I see lazy faces outside my window Green, brown, grey, and ol' blue Faces of sky freedom Familiar faces And strange faces And old black void nothingness faces of night Staring back Penetrating my tired weary eyes Eyes that have seen so many Unexplainable fearful tearful things Eyes that still remember Happy and rare things Eyes where all images travel on their way to-Where? Eyes that can look and smell, now Eyes that desperately remember freedom Freedom, the most important thing Let it be said. As my eyes smile Billy Jack Baxter Tweet
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