Clustering winds unsound vibes.
Giggling gust fills the drying pores.
Blistered sorrows create the sea tides.
Flowing freedom like the richly shores
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Nothin ain't free in this world.Freedom is a price we have to pay.We can achieve freedom only upon our death.Excellent writes guys! ! !