Freedom is in our fingertips
When we free a bird from the cage
Freedom is in a smile
When we comfort an orphan child
Freedom allows our dreams to take flight
Freedom is in the air, and in the layers of a stream
Freedom is not a treasure
A possession, or a jewel
Freedom is a happy wind that blows our hair
Around a free apple orchid in spring
Shahla Latifi
11-25-2015
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Author:
Shahla Latifi (Pseudonym) (
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