Freedom At Last.

Ecstasy of finding freedom at last.

AS I WALK IN THE MIDST OF THE JUNGLE

RAIN DROPS ON MY HEAD DOWN TO MY BODY

I FEEL THE ECSTASY OF ROMANCING WITH THE NATURE.

RUNNING FREE

AND WILD LIKE A CHILD

SILENTLY SIGH

I LONG THIS FREEDOM THAT

ONCE I LET IT BE STOLEN FROM ME.

NOW

I WANT TO SOAR HIGH

SPREAD MY WINGS TO THE AIR.

FLY HIGH AND SEE

ONCE DENIED AND REMAINED

ONLY IN MY DREAMS

THE BEAUTIFUL WORLD AGAIN.

King Sasanka

@ 23 Jan 15

Author's Note

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Thanks.
King Sasanka.

Reviews

[Blossom]

Romancing with nature is my favourite kind of romance! No heartbreaks, no deception, no parting; just pure and eternal romancing!
Thanks for reminding me through this lovely poem what my original concept and object of romance is! :-)