High above
amidst the expanse
blue, the colour
that defined
freedom and liberty of thoughts
amidst the height
the soar I felt
struggling my ways
with rosy dreams
defied the words, they taught
freedom they said
obliged were our duties
red was anguish
blood shot hatred
green was envy
but yet tried to dream
alas,
all plans fail
when tied up at noose
you are pulled back again
again to where you started
and they called it being free….
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I too consider this to be one of your most powerful and hard hitting posts to date my friend .. I am glad that time allowed me to find this page and all of its contents .. Neville
Thanks a lot dear Neville…what not kills you, keeps you alive…surviving and striving my way…so sorry for the late reply
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