It's hard to be a social person
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Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Freedom
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| Freedom |
My hand entangled in your strong ones
Walking down these shopping aisles
past many flavours of the week
We may very well be
running through open fields
An endless sunset making patterns
to which our shadows dance
Windswept hair kissing flushed cheeks
We might as well be
flying
Weightlessness taking over
Clouds between our toes
Praying Infinity finds us
as we grasp on cerulean dreams
passing above way over our heads
And even as reality sinks in
gravity pulling us aground,
Truth is
these moments just being with you
grant me Freedom.
(c) Hazlin Aminudin, 2011
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