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Her freedom smells like sweet Jasmine
on a warm summer evening.
It sounds like the song of a Mockingbird
bringing in a new day with no responsibilities.
It dangles images of passionate love
filled with adventure;
fulfilling a soul mate's journey.
It promises her nothing.
For freedom is not freedom when entangled with another.
It's a simple choice.
Love or Freedom?
Is it possible to have both?
She's never had either.
She grabs ahold of the wings of a bald eagle
and soars until she finds a love
who allows her to feel free.
It's possible she will soar for eternity
longing for such a love.
Meantime she'll breathe in deeply
As Father Sun kisses her nose
within his safe embrace
Knowing Mother Moon
will keep her heart encased.
Lyteweaver
Written by
Lyteweaver  Saint Petersburg, FL
(Saint Petersburg, FL)   
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