Warm sun peering on my face
Rain drops bathing my body
Fresh cut grass under my bare feet
The fog engulfing me
Moonlight etching a path home
Stars shining bright over my head
The wind racing and talking
My mind listening and enjoying, Freedom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A real feel of freedom in this verse. Alas one can be so ftee.