Freedom
I wanted to be free:
To meet horizons, countries, streams,
To touch, to hear, to see.
But there's one gift that freedom makes,
You ask for it or not:
Sometimes it pleases, mostly - aches,
I know it quite a lot.
It's Solitude. It penetrates
In every vein and bone,
And even in some crowded place
Could make me feel alone.
Despite all fun of being free,
I search for reason... not to be.
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Since freedom FROM brings freedom FOR.
Mahalingam 15.11.2003 02:03 Заявить о нарушении