freedom
FREEDOM
Freedom is a high price to pay
Freedom loves the truth
The truth loves the freedom
The heart loves to feel the truth
But the heart always feels the pain
The heart some times feels no freedom or truth to our life.
It only thumps and aches.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| cheater of the heart | 0 | 10/05/2009 |
| acknowledging what it is | 0 | 06/29/2009 |
| the ocean | 1 | 06/15/2009 |
| treasured box | 0 | 06/14/2009 |
| mamma | 0 | 06/08/2009 |
| my marathon | 0 | 06/08/2009 |
| The Mirror | 0 | 05/23/2009 |
| INNOCENTS | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| the path | 0 | 06/08/2009 |
| THE ANGEL IN MY DREAMS | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| My Sister | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| stop killing me | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| The Rose and the ghost | 0 | 06/08/2009 |
| Tell Me Why ? | -10 | 06/28/2009 |
| Give me your eyes | 0 | 05/19/2009 |
| Son | 1 | 06/14/2009 |
| freedom | 0 | 05/19/2009 |
| Thunder and lighting | -3 | 05/19/2009 |
| MOUNTAINS OF HOPE | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
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