Freedom…
Freedom…
What is freedom?
It’s a footprint in the sand…
A whisper on the wind.
It’s a thought…
An emotion.
It’s a choice…
A gift.
Freedom is what freedom is.
Freedom is a pot on the stove…
The water in a glass.
It’s a smile on a mouth…
A tear on the cheek.
It’s a choice…
A gift.
Freedom is what freedom is.
Freedom is a breeze in your hair…
The heat in the air.
It’s the heart in your chest…
The veins in your arms.
It’s a choice…
A gift.
Freedom is what freedom is.
What is freedom?
Freedom is what freedom is.
i think freedom is peace of mind, a state of spirit that grows with the sensation of having no obligations and even this way being good... good poem indeed. maybe you'll like my poem 'freedom'. hugs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely penned! fine flow! inspiring! Oh freedom! the flying bird! 10+