Amongst the wild grass
And breeze blown through-
Freedom came first,
Amongst the untrodden dandelions,
the whispers of the wind. Uncursed
by unbroken desires
At the bottom,
bare footed hill.
they haven’t been.
the grass is green,
Stop and stare. Let the black mud
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