Saturday, February 18, 2012

The Freedom Story


In the past,
I never complained-
Of the over arching Orange
Or the sun-eater fat Pines
‘Cause I had no wings,
And never knew what sky is?
You tempered me under your wings,
To dare a sun all alone;
You fed me snow and fire
To fly over the sea;
You held me on your claws
For you know well-
To train in depth and height.
How that you missed
To give me a sky
Though you saw my wings grow?
 

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