Free
All these years
life passed under sweet hollow tree
A wind blows and tears
calling me free
A life it fears
Startles my memory;
And the trees endears
when wind hurry-
lightening under me'
A destiny this life gathers
where itchy feet carry
A new dawn heart desires
and I long to be free
Copyright © Prerna Gurung | Year Posted 2005
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