Freedom (12) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Freedom (12)



My sadness breathes like a wounded animal.
It murmurs: exhale me at long last.
You are your own fate,
Not I.



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from www.trilogyofthemirrors.com

Monday, March 11, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: animal,fate
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