Tears of a Freeman

Tendrils that soothes the river bank, on a gloomy day - askance look, hangs high like steam on their faces. What begets this - a synergy? Myriads of thought runs aloof our threshold! Celebration brawls our inner minds; for the ecstasy is known, purging feelings like an erractic wave! Who thought of this - Gods among men? Omelette of colours are born; its' sight - a gory! The feeling - a crawl down our spine! Aye, we must rejoice for it? Aye, for we bask in the euphoria of our ignorance!