Freedoms Lair Poem by Sandra Osborne
Freedoms Lair
Quietly wonderful,
Hearing
The pop, pop, gurgle
Of the waterfall.
Rain drops carelessly
Upon the tent
Sounds like firecrackers
Celebrating creation.
Here, is the new world,
Here, is the old alike.
Nature, lovingly indifferent,
Serene and fierce.
A resolute resolution,
Beauty without measure,
The forever moment,
Freedom's lair.
Herbert nailed it this was lovely, a beautiful flow filled with positive emotion With a warmth allan
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4/24/2024 1:09:21 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Actually, I meant to say MASSAGE. With skilled fingers and while looking out the window onto a waterfall. H