Clustering winds unsound vibes.
Giggling gust fills the drying pores.
Blistered sorrows create the sea tides.
Flowing freedom like the richly shores
Mind at ease feeling as free
Vision of laces engraves with quiver
Rhythm and trills covered in breeze
Understanding it physics as the wind utters
Craters reflect the dark pupils.
Within reach the sight of freedom.
Gusting breeze enchanting gospel.
Bounded breeze enhancing its freedom.
Waking up, when the moon is red
Wondering why, I’m not as me
Being glaze by a breeze of free
Freedom with breeze is all I need.
Amir & Amin
(08/07/2009)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nothin ain't free in this world.Freedom is a price we have to pay.We can achieve freedom only upon our death.Excellent writes guys! ! !