
The smoke wafts
hanging still in the air
The breezeless day
holds the smoke tight
in its embrace
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Struggling to escape
awaiting itβs saviour
a Gust of Freedom
Just a few rambling pieces of poetry
The smoke wafts
hanging still in the air
The breezeless day
holds the smoke tight
in its embrace
π
Struggling to escape
awaiting itβs saviour
a Gust of Freedom
Your writing has always been so beautiful. Happy to have found it. πβ€οΈπ
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Thank you for your lovely comment Kendi π
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We long for that Gust of Freedom Stuart. The poem is so beautifil
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Thank you! π
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A gush of beautiful gusts
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Beautiful poemβ₯οΈ.
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Thank you π
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My Sincere Pleasure ππ.
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Awesome post, Stuart! Freedom is a blessing. Though we may live in the Free World, not many people are truly free. It’s the mental constrains that hold us back.
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