Losing Freedom Poem by Timothy Weiermann
Losing Freedom
Sweet light fading, sinking the sun
When the stars come to play
You know day’s job is done
Soft air stirring, caressing the tree
When the leaves start to fall
Life’s dusk is what you see
Hard iron steeled, preventing a run
When the cold fences rise
You know your time has come
Future dreams dispelled, we’ve forgotten what was free
As dreams turn to memory
We lose whatever we see
Nice poem---but why always a melancholy shade. You write beautifully. Keep sharing with us. +10 to you
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 9:58:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
That was a very good poem with great meaning. Keep up the good work. Paul