Freedom

Running barefooted

on ragged wild grass,

a child ecstatically screams

as he feels

the breeze of softness

and the soothing warmth

of a rejoicing sun.

Flowers bloom

through gracious rituals,

the waves fervently crash

to the shores of relaxation,

and the colors of fate

turned from gray to sky-blue.

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