The Wind blowing in my hair,
Is cleaning all my mind
And makes me feel better,
Bringing the sense of Freedom
That I’ve lost
Many times ago
With my youth…
And now,
It tastes more special
Cause I really know its price…
The sacrifice of many people
All around the world…
Years, centuries of
Slavery, misery and torture…
It’s not enough I know…
In this moment
Someone is dying and fighting
For Freedom and Peace
In the World
And it’s just cause of them
That I’ll enjoy
Every second of the wind
That blows in my face…
20/07/2011
Very true-freedom is not for everyone. Loved your poem.
ResponderExcluirAnd it’s just cause of them
ResponderExcluirThat I’ll enjoy
Every second of the wind
That blows in my face… "
Or????
Or we can shout by freedom, trying to give a break to this misery and suffering brought by poverty and war.
What is freedom, anyway? To whom? And how?
Great!!
ResponderExcluirThis is the real sense of freedom.
Among people , above their race, religion or culture!
Peace is a word of love and survivor
I loved !!!
Kisses