Sunday, July 10, 2022

Free Spirit

 The Sunday Muse #218




The world in its shades
Builds many barriers
A cacophony of choices
That is when the spirit speaks
A language of freedom.

There is peace
In the smallest things
When nature plays
The flute of resonance
Life takes a leap.

Maybe a hermit
Took birth through those choices
But, there was a choice
Without the hurdles
Made by the social norms.

Freedom comes
At a price!



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This poem is dedicated to Sherry Blue Sky!

5 comments:

  1. I love this poem, and relate to it on so many levels. This is my favourite photo of the bunch as my wolf dog Pup looked just like this. I love the spirit speaking of freedom, peace in the smallest things, and I am a bit of a hermit myself, so this poem is singing my song. Smiles.

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    1. I am glad to know that this poem resonates with you <3

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  2. Freedom certainly does have a price. This poem is utterly wise and lovely Sunita!

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