Thursday, January 28, 2016

Freedom

With a single look
The sorted past fades away

With one passing glance
Shame is undone

With a quiet whisper
true love takes form

With a potent word
Long term captives lay claim to freedom

With a gentle touch
Chains around a tattered soul fall away in shattered pieces

With a loud voice
prisoners cry tears of joy

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