A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008

I do not want a coffin as my final resting place,

I prefer to be carried away, scattered, by the wind,

And on its wings, in freedom, compose

The tender sound of eternal contentment.

Let the wind be my final bed,

Where essence merges with the breeze,

And where freedom becomes immortal,

In notes of peace that the sky eternalises.

I leave behind form and body,

To become part of the infinite air,

And, in its dance, be a free-floating dream,

That is forever allowed to be loved.

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