Freedom

happy life pains

with soaring pains the mind remains
but joyful times our soul retains
that is if the weakened body refrains
from bitter, sorrow, overwhelming complaints

to seek and find one million roads,
is nothing abnornal, or poetic, it's old
it's finding only one that shows the bold
and for those only, true dreams will unfold

so is this the last stanza that has fallen to me
too seek and find what i cannot see:
that it all goes down to just being free
and happy, hap-py, happy happy, hap-py

este poema foi escrito hoje pela minha irmã, pelo lee, e por mim

posted by violet @ 10:36 AM