J.P. LadyHawk Freeman

(Colorado Springs, Colorado)


Who knows the true meaning of serenity?
Who knows the liquidious repose?
The place where a lull is a century
As above the waves open and close.

Yea, even a king is a mute,
For the element is not his own.
Neither his pages, his lyre, or lute
Can produce even a whispering tone.

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