Freedom is when the bird spreads its wings to travel far and beyond,
But for me,
Freedom is your eyes freeing me from the depth of misery.
Love is when someone accepts you as you are,
But for me,
Love is simply the sound of your name.
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You Who Knows Least
PoetryA sequel to my book "You Who Knows Best". Read, and you will find much intellect. The thoughts I share here are of my inner sect.
