Taste each sorrow with a sip
Poetry - from emotion to reason and everything in between
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Freedom!
I look at you and I cry “Freedom!”
Then slide inside my gilded cave.
Let me sleep here, let me have peace,
Don't drag me out into the night.
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