I went on a long journey I stopped at every point As I made each stop Each place had a different face If my wings were clipped My freedom would be lost At such a big cost What would I do if I could not get around I'd be stranded in one place With nowhere to go How we take our freedom for granted
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem while taking a walk along the coast on a Sunday and daydreaming
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