Ode to freedom
It is freedom
The one way escape
The gulp of fresh air
The spread of ones wings
That is never and always too late
The hope of ones choices
Free will in the act
If we captured a piece
I’m betting
We’d know beauty at last
When given too much
Like a sweet overdose
It just may overpower,
all other desire
and lead to, a crashing downfall
When given a little
Worse: not at all,
Suffocation!
There is nothing else
That can be said.
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Very good. The second and last stanzas need a bit of work. The ideas are good, but the wording is a bit off.
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