adam reed


Independence


Sweet serenity this night,
the fourth of july,
lift my spirit high
as beauty lights the sky
simple breeze void of heat
to soothe the soul from head to feet
peace not pride clouds the mind
no pain from fate my love is life
no burdens, all thoughts captured
in our eyes this moment matters
no forced smiles or heads hung low
our hearts made tender as colors glow
together we stand as one for hours
all hearts joined by this night's powers
this day is not of pride or greatness
a touch of magic gives hope to the faithless

Submitted: Wednesday, July 04, 2012
Edited: Sunday, July 08, 2012
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  • Urshula Davis (7/8/2012 12:21:00 AM)

    This is fantastic! I love how the title is named Independence and you're elaborating your feeling on Independence day! (Report) Reply

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