FREEDOM

It flutters through the window pane and rushes with the speed of rain. twitters with birds of spring , cries for the river in the plain. It laughs in the hidden hope and kisses as a loving friend. Longs for the winter of solitude, dwells in the heart of pain. It calls in the mid-night dream, flys in the morning song. It asks for you to explain, till you try in vain. Until the agony ends, for you to find it again.

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