Isabel Vicardi


Freedom - Poem by Isabel Vicardi

I watch the sun, showering the waters in it's golden rays,
It's shyly hidden in the clouds, just slightly blushed with grace,
Unresting waves, they violently brush against the shore,
My feet just walk on autopilot, shaking to the core.
Winds wildly tugging on my clothes, it roughly plays my hair,
my world's in pieces, but this very moment, its too hard to care,
'Your free' winds salty voice, just whispers in my ear,
I know it's lies, but just right now, it's what I need to hear.


Comments about Freedom by Isabel Vicardi

  • Saadat Tahir (4/27/2011 1:47:00 PM)


    potent and touching

    nice rhymes

    well done
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 17, 2011


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