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Freedom is…

Freedom is a wren singing on a golden morn It perches on hope, sings to the new day born. Freedom is a warbler, warbling a song of love It flits from bough to branch, like a silver dove. Freedom is a koel that coos in the wee hours It brings …

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Hold my hand

Hold my hand, if you must but let me walk alone. Walk beside me, hand in hand But, let me choose my own path, let me lead. My fortitude may not be evident, but I am strong Offer companionship, not a direction I know what I am doing and where …

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Love in our hearts

By the shore we used to sit, wetting our feet, Our souls damp with love. Under the bejeweled skies, we would sit, Gazing at nothing, Just you and I, holding hands, souls entwined Love surging in our hearts.   Image – Joyce Huis via unsplash

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