Warmth of Freedom
Oh, the story of my mind
If I am silent
I can hear the stars
just to catch his twinkle
a little of his flicker
a lifetime of tyranny and hardship
and freedom
then another iteration of the same cycle
when I'm in winter
you have the spring
will you whisper to me of its warmth?
that warmth.
Written: January 13, 2023
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