We try to seize freedom like we reach for the sky
It washes over us like a storm but leaves us dry
Illusive as a fish in a clear stream
Reaching for it one only grabs a dream
Love is made of a bar of gold
You may only hold it if a child or old
Others try to buy or sell it I'm told
But its sister Passion is the one that can be sold
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: August 5th, 2026 03:15
- Category: Unclassified
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- In collections: Freedom, Love.
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Comments1
Most things have a price my friend
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