I will be free

by Dagmar Wilson   Feb 13, 2020


Moving forward was a dream
closing all doors,
squeezing memories in tiny boxes.

Moving forward was a dream
leaving behind my previous life,
far away across the ocean
my feet touching Homeland soil.

Moving forward my dream is real
counting the months which seem endless,
I will be free.

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  • 4 months ago

    by Tony Grannell

    Hello Dagmar,
    A beautiful uplifting poem, coming home, home to freedom - when desires are satisfied the heart is at ease. I have very much enjoyed your lovely poem. Excellent!
    Regards, Tony

  • 4 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Keep chasing those dreams, Dagmar.

    All the very best as ever,
    Ben

  • 4 months ago

    by Michael

    Miss Dagmar,
    The joy of yearning/dreaming for freedom, and then the beauty of when it becomes a reality.
    Nicely done lady, M :)x

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