Freedom is the ripe fruit When its summertime comes. It's to write with your Feelings and emotions a new Way of a good and true life. It's to say things in their True and nice names. It'a precious thing if you Don't have it or you miss it. May be, to some people, it's Unknown because their granddads Experienced it or gave their Life to it one day. As for someone who still does not Have, it's a great and big thing. Freedom's love is not like any Other love, but it's a different love. The true meaning of freedom is To sacrifice your life and everything If you don't have it. Freedom is pretty in its form And in its content. It's the pure water of the thirsty And it's the food to the hungry. Its pretty tomorrow will shine On the face of the skies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem