Long Last Poem by Alece Woosley

Long Last



Long last a final run,
to the great unknown.
Fond the light at the end of the tunnel,
Dancing in the middle of the streets.
Cool breeze flowing, warm evening,
how exciting it is to be.
Long last we are free.

Saturday, January 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: free,unknown
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