How To Be Free

a poem

She fell from grace. A land above. It was her call to lead. To fall. To break and mend. It was her burden to hurt. To feel. To fall again.

Together at once. There was a soul. One from above. So true and pure. The last of before. The first of more.

Create they would. Tell the tales. Find their peace. Become at last what their hearts were bled to become. Before they were to grow, they would grow together. Before the seeds were to sprout, the land would be fertilized with the hope of their making, with the fruits of their passion.

A time had come to heal. To search and finally find. To become at last what was always destined to be. To show the world how to be free.

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