Mist of Freedom
After many days of downpour
I finally break free of my prison.
A prison which will tie your hands
Against your will and try to obliviate
Your memory of how freedom
Flows inside one,
In the outside world.
With bare feet I take a step
And rest it on the moist surface
Coolness from the stone emanates
Onto my foot and swims up to my
I unclench my fingers
And raise and spread my hands to catch
A touch of the mist.
It silently crawls up my long arms
And marks its spot on my
With it, accompanies freshness
Causing goosebumps on my skin.
When my face breaks into a smile,
I dance on the outside
While the mist of freedom
Dances within me.
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