Free Soul

When I think of a free soul. I think of flying like a bird way up high where the clouds are white and the sky is blue. Where you can spread your colorful wings, and shine like a bright star. Where you can fly to any destination that you want to see. Where no one can hold you back. Where there is no limit to what you can do and face. Where the world is your oyster.

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My poem is about freeing your soul, and doing what you want to do.