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Free Will is Born.


Fainting still upon the hill,
A mood has taken forth
Conspiring in a perilous will,
To blow the winds back north
A second winter to hold us still
A third and then a fourth,
Daring us to break her chill
Free will is born henceforth.
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4 comments

  1. The third and seventh lines are great. The whole poem is great but those are my favorite.

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  2. I admire this image. I adore your work.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. It’s amazing, where do you get your words for such beatiful compositions? I really like it. Thank you.

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