There is no Liberty,
Like that of Poetry,
Minds soar,
And reach the Sky,
In search of Harmony,
Then Melody takes hold,
And raptures mind and soul,
You feel that Life is good,
And death is not it's goal.
Such a great poem...reminds me that real power may not come from force, from the physical...As Lovelace said...Stone Walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage....You've composed some amazing verse...A 10.
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I would like to translate this poem
Amen sister! I am happily uplifted by the wings of freedom that poetry affords me. In this grounding of a harsh winter, it has been the sharing of poet friend's scribes that added glorious sunshine to dismal days. Well.said, reminding us of poetry and it's power. PEACE