Freedom Poem by Gerard Taylor

Freedom

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The freedom soaks into my skin,
as I drift off to a place I have already dreamt I have been

Resting my weary bones,
blocking out lifes noises and tones,
floating up high into my coloured theme

This beautiful sky,
this tranquil dream
drifting onto distant clouds

I am dreaming my dream out loud.
far off in this place,
finding my line of grace

drifting, dreaming as the freedom soaks into my skin.

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