Freedom from the past

by Lizbette   Oct 27, 2011


Those cloudy nights,
The tears and loneliness,
Clear memories of the past,
Haunting till day breaks.
In the dungeon of fear
Seeking for refuge
Yearning for understanding.

Break open the shell.
Fly out and fly high.
Regain thy strength,
Possess thy freedom

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