Monday, November 16, 2009

FREEDOM

The feeling of danger in

The forest as I walk along

The silence of rebels walking

The sounds of bees buzzing their way

The wind blow the tree’s

Leaf and the frogs croaking

The wind blows slowly and slowly

The sounds of animals walk among us.

The air so gray and smoky

The soldiers bright as yellow

And the rebels invisible

And Ready to fight

Fears in their mind


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