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Freedom

A wave

Crashing on the inconstant shore of dreams

Searches for a place to lay

And rest its gentle fingers on the soul.

Invading every pore,

Annihilating all defense,

Feeling free and falling,

Sliding into eternity,

Faster than a wink.

Impeding the will to run and hide.

Allowing one to feel and think

With absolute freedom.

2/27/02