Freedom for a Minute

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Freedom for a Minute

Chaotic inside.
Go outside.
Still the chaos inside.
No sound.
Wanting the chaos to stop completely.
Breaking the surface.
Liquid rubies trickling down.
It stops only for a moment.
Completely outside now.
Watching from the corner of the room.
Seeing it but not feeling it.
Finally the chaos stops only to restart the cycle.

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

bones87’s Poems (3)

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