When you let your words go free,
They climb the sky on ratchets of leaves,
They sail the perihelion with ease,
Unfettered words fluttering the breeze,
While springing words winged flyers tease;
Decorum goes, as reason flees-
When you let your words go free.
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May we all find, and follow, that breeze of pure freedom and set sail our words upon it. Very nice poem.