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Freedom of Thought and the Beast of Burdon
Freedom of Thought and the Beast of Burdon.
Echoes of the past
Resonate and reverberate
Within the confines oi ones mind
Like fallen leaves
Swept up in a turbulent breeze
From the forest of our mind
Stirring our emotions
Like temperamental waves
Upon the ocean
Restless perpetual
Humour or intellectual
Storms may rage
Or peace may provale
Like the pleasant tranquil summer
Bejeweld valley and vale
Profound
Where freedom and sanctuary are found
Moods transpire
Out of the misty myer
Some trapped stagnate
In the frozen lake
Other moods make the heart smile
The caged bird set free to fly
For a while
And bring deliverance to ones
Mind heart soul
And wellbeing.
Peter Dome©2019.
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Peter Dome
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