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Feathered Freedom

there, cottage of my old, carefree childhood, softly awash in moist morning sunlight, nestled beneath swaying, shiny palm trees; yonder, knee-deep in flowing, verdant grass, my black water buffalo roams at will, leisurely feeds on freedom while on its back a delicate, white egret slow-dances, its feathers the mountain breeze romances!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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