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Freedom At Last

By Doret67

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The dreaded trap has sprung its door. The bird at last is free To fly unhampered and quench its thirsts At the brink of the open sea. The fear and hatred rules no more. The bird now greets the sun With wings spread wide and heart that bursts With more than songs, unsung. The bird is free, the walls unfast But danger threatens still. A moth, drawn by a candle flame The bird flys o'er the hill, Straight to the source of sorrows past, Right to the captor's hands. The trap is set,and waits again To catch it as it lands. O brave bird, hold your freedom dear, Let not that devil win. Can he who freed you ever know The dire need you're in?Written years ago...this still speaks to me.. I guess we never learn. Written March 4th, 1963 © on Oct 05 2001 01:24 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1

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