Freedom Poem by Sylvia Thomas
Freedom
Whilst your soul dances,
beneath the cradle of heaven's stars,
the tall grass gently caresses
your ankles.
With the hand,
that is bound by no chains,
And the eyes,
that see the heavens the skies behold.
Neither the cloud,
that flows in a rhythmic pattern
Nor the bird
who is set off course by another.
You are the wind,
You are the one,
to control your own fate,
because you are free.
erm...Steve..my name's not wendy. thanks for your comment anyway!
Hi Wendy - I love this poem - another great concept with well woven language. Tnaks Steve
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/2/2024 9:08:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A good theme with excellent diction.........