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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