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Glamorous Enigma

Rookie (13/04/1987 / Algeria)

-My FREEDOM-


my Freedom, my Freedom
you saved me
you tore my chain
you detached the knots
you released my pain
you fixed the dots
thanks! thanks!

my Freedom, my Freedom
you’re my necklace
you’re my bracelet

my Freedom, my Freedom
I feel you, I think about you
you accompany me, you’re my Angel

my Freedom, my Freedom
I like to be your slave
your slavery makes me Brave

my Freedom, my Freedom
clearly you engrave
my responsibilities
precisely you surround
my extremities
my Freedom, my Freedom
you’re my massive concept
my imperative impulse

my Freedom, my Freedom
I respire you, you inspire me

{October 10,2009}

Submitted: Monday, December 13, 2010
Edited: Monday, December 13, 2010

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  • Rookie Madina Morris (12/7/2012 11:52:00 AM)

    My freedom my freedom is an encoraging masterpiece. It rough, but bumpless. I really enjoy this read. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Kevin Carney (1/22/2011 7:53:00 AM)

    Again a great write, I take this as two meanings in one poem. I like the way you Freedom is your heart and soul to give you the courage and drive to go forward. I love you anology on this. Its a great write! ! ! ! 10+ (Report) Reply

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