Freedom (2019)
The bell rings.
The board blank.
Your smile given.
Your hands make.
That little spot of glow,
Opens and opens and opens.
Out till you feel it will never ever be able to come back.
How far can it go before it bounces off,
To dim and redirect,
With fear and fog?
In freedom, it is never to be shrouded.
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