Freedom Poem by james watkin

Freedom



Either key-turned for thoughts'
World-away retreat
Or door-swung, and greenly
Out to yond world's bleat
To be given admittance
To your heart's delight
This, freedom is. Core sense
Of that lived in might.

Monday, April 15, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: freedom
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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