the soul trails
everywhere
my eyes see
prisons
...
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Wow! John this is certainly a poem that suits it's title. We can be whatever we want to be, it is up to us. I prefer the fresh air blowing through my life but you have to be bold to hold that moment. Grinning at you, Tai
This poem comes from a fresh idea, John. Some of the verb forms need working on, though. I'll write you a note about it. I love the choices you make following 'I could be...' Raynette