FreedomA Poem by smkb90
Freedom is like a Picasso painting,
when Picasso was known just as Pablo.
Few understand it,
and even fewer want it.
But with time it gains value
With time it becomes necessary.
Like Picasso paintings today
Freedom is expensive and precious
It sells like something original
Like something few can have
Like something everyone would like to posses
Freedom, like art
must be for everyone,
Like the air, like the day, like the night.
© 2012 smkb90
Added on May 21, 2012
Last Updated on May 21, 2012
Buenos Aires, Argentina
AboutI have yet to find a place to call home. i am traveling to find it, nine moths here, six months there. I want to see the world. I write about the places I've been to and the people I've met. And once .. more..
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