Free
Free
Different birds
skimming the sky
in search for food
-a big fat fly
prying upon my foot-
with clouds as sheets
flying in fleets
from grey, white,
bright sliver-blue
I close my eyes
on an Ave melody
to be with you
bubbles Maria and me
feeling free, feeling free,
feeling free..............
Madrason 01-08-2009
poem by Madrason writer
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