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.
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