Our chains fell away
The wind led the way
But freedom turned back
As day became black
The moon shone with light
And stars glittered bright
But freedom was gone
Must we wait 'till dawn?
For the sun to burn?
And hope to return?
To be free once more,
Our hope, they'll ignore
And freedom we'll lack
Our chains have come back
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Trillium Beneath the Pines: An Original Poetry Compilation
PoetryA compilation of my poems, many of which explore the cyclical nature of the world: life and death, day and night, and the seasons.
