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Freedom .

Poetry By: youfoundme

is about freedom,I don’t know if it makes any sense

Submitted:Jan 17, 2010    Reads: 89    Comments: 2    Likes: 3   

I look up at the sky,
I have this feeling inside me
That I can't describe
I feel like there's freedom
And I don't know why
As I reach a little higher to
The sky as I'm swinging,
I remember the times when
I was a little child
With endless amounts of
Curiosity, building onto to my
Not having to be told what to do,
I like this feeling of being,
Able to do anything without
Having to worry about where to go
Next and achieving my dreams
Along the way, you can only be yourself
And nothing else matters
I may not be a little kid,
Anymore but I'm still young
Now you know how it feels
To feel free
And feel endless amount of
Happiness along
With its unexpected events in life


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