Freedom is in the words of a Poet

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Freedom is in a bird soaring high

For it can dare to claim sky its own

And flip its open wings in joyous flight.

Freedom is in a droplet of water

For it can dissolve in the grand ocean

And never worry about drying up.

Freedom is in the wind

For it can dissolve in thin air

And whistle around hills and vales the songs of freedom.

Freedom is in the death

For it liberates one from the burden of life

And grave sleeps never to be worried by worldly sorrows.

Freedom is in the poet's words

For poet can breathe the thousand lives

And bask in the glory of freedom castled in between the lines.