Freedom Poem by soren Barrett

Freedom

We try to seize freedom like we reach for the sky
It washes over us like a storm but leaves us dry
Illusive as a fish in a clear stream
Reaching for it one only grabs a dream

Love is made of a bar of gold
You may only hold it if a child or old
Others try to buy or sell it I'm told
But its sister Passion is the one that can be sold

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