About the moment we look at ourselves in the mirror with love in our eyes.

Simple sweet serenity
washes over me.
Sated in my sanctity
I am free.  I am free.
With fae wings I fly,
tears of bliss, I cry,
with a smile
for days gone by.
For I am free.
I am free.

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  • mdegenhardt on Sep 18, 2008

    I cannot help but imagine a butterfly eagerly fluttering up, struggling, but knowing and experiencing the sunshine of its freedom. Terrific imagery and an outstanding write. Michael

  • goodselfme on Sep 18, 2008

    So much feeling is given in this write. Well done!

  • Lavia on Sep 25, 2008

    Your writting is great as usual.

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