Poezie
Liberty
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Mediu
I travel fast co-ordinates of Time
And little do I stay on lands unknown,
For everywhere you go my mind will lead my soul
To what I cherish most: to you alone.
See? you are my work of art!
I\'m so skillful with my heart,
...And I barely talk to you
Still, I fantasize, go through.
We stay together, you and me,
And bathe into serenity, in whole bizarre tranquility,
Leant against our magic fir tree --
Though in reality I know I could hardly find the path
To the place where spirits melt,
To the place where spirits last.
So odd seems everything to be:
Already feel the everlasting bondage with its glee.
My heart is no more empty but filled with liberty!
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