Freedom.

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I wrote this when I was 14/15. I was staying in a sort of commune. A big old victorian bulding surrounded by fields. The time I wrote this in the garden on my own was one of the best times of my life, nothing happened, just a feeling of oness with nature.

Submitted: March 07, 2007

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I’m laying in a mass of green

 The most beautifulness I’ve ever seen.

The birds are chirping all around

It’s such a sweet and innocent sound.

The trees are swaying in the gentle breeze

Their branches free

Their souls at ease.

The grass is dancing a dance of it’s own

With all these things surrounding me,

I know I’m not alone.

The sun is hot and shining down

Shining down on me

All my worries have faded away and this is the way life

should be.

The sky is blue

There’s not a cloud in sight

So my gazing eyes are filled with light.

Daffodils along the side of the wall

Reaching up

Standing tall.

Daises scattered here and there

The world could pass on by

For I DON’T CARE!

It’s so peaceful that my spirit’s running free

This is the one and only place I could ever wish to be!


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