Freedom Poem by Claudette Qui

Freedom



When I see you I feel the warm sun on my lips and the cool earth on my hips.
Wild flowers contain me hidden, a clash of wind takes me there as a rupture of color is every where?

Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: earth,flowers,lips,sun,wind
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