birds flying across the seas,
winds blowing from trees,
river spiralling down the mountains,
on a flowing spree...
all of which is freedom,
which unfolds my soul,
like a drifting kite,
riding winds unawares
towards an unknown goal...
like scent of a flower
flowing across,
the colors of a painting
on a canvass,
mist settled on the moss,
a sailing boat in vast ocean
free to take its course...
beaming rays of sun,
or gleaming moon,
nights of summers,
or winter noon,
notes of music,
the symphony, the tune...
freedom is when
there is no pain
even in the dreams,
a sweet humming
across the realms...
~~thefallenpoet
