People Of The Liberty

Poem By Yekaterina Bezpalaya

Freedom has no pricetag,
Freedom has no jailbars.

Freedom is liberty,
that dwells in all of creature's hearts.

Freedom lets your dreams come true,
and takes you where you where you want to be,

Freedom lets you fly away,
it lets your soul run free.

Comments about People Of The Liberty

A lovely poem from one so young, this poem has a great feel about it well done cheers sylvie

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