Freedom
I ride the horse by the shore when I have time.
I urge him to run fast
as the wind.
Our hair flows behind us
As we crash against the waves
And my brain is made a swirl of nothing.
I ask myself at times what my horse thinks.
Am I just a speck of dust in his eyes?
Freedom is the highest thing.
As I look into his eyes, I know he has it.
Although I hold his reins,
he can run wild at any moment.
And when he is at rest,
in his eyes is freedom.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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