Freedom
By hazel basil
the sky is wide open
the clouds float lazily across
the tall grass whistles in the wind
freedom
away from the pressure
away from the constant attacks
of normal life
freedom
towards rest
my eyes feel heavy
they close
the sun shines warmly on my face
and all I feel is
freedom
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