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Without the weight of rhyme,
words run wild, barefoot
through open fields,
no fences, no lines.
Meaning takes the shape
of air, of light—
each breath its own poem,
each thought a rhythm
falling where it may.
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Comments (4)
A perfect definition of writing and living in a perfect world.
Freedom
not bothered by anything, best
Iam free, not tied, good