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*Liberty perched on a pedestal balancing progress and evil Holding high the palm of peace over those who hold it so dear But peace comes dropping too slowly with all due respect to you, William An unsettled and urgent promise cloistered within vows of possibility Willing victim of romantic culture betrayed by the keeper of souls Romance is no idle distraction Intimacy, a vocation Long afflicted by... the sounds of music the scent of linden blossoms the taste of sea salted skin the feel of sultry midnight air the sight of sun through closed eyes... Dreams once silently withering liberated to wander freely Uprooted from the stagnation of emotionally depleted soil Transplanted to aimlessness where all roads lead to roam Preferring the role of explorer to the vagrancy of a lost soul Strolling through this beautiful city as having traveled throughout life Observing without participation part of a whole yet not wholly a part An accomplished failure on a quest to achieve simplicity of purpose To savor those moments of stray peace that ephemerally cross this path ...all the whilst searching for that bee loud glade*
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 6:16 AM UTC
Incarcerated Liberty
*Liberty perched on a pedestal balancing progress and evil Holding high the palm of peace over those who hold it so dear But peace comes dropping too slowly with all due respect to you, William An unsettled and urgent promise cloistered within vows of possibility Willing victim of romantic culture betrayed by the keeper of souls Romance is no idle distraction Intimacy, a vocation Long afflicted by... the sounds of music the scent of linden blossoms the taste of sea salted skin the feel of sultry midnight air the sight of sun through closed eyes... Dreams once silently withering liberated to wander freely Uprooted from the stagnation of emotionally depleted soil Transplanted to aimlessness where all roads lead to roam Preferring the role of explorer to the vagrancy of a lost soul Strolling through this beautiful city as having traveled throughout life Observing without participation part of a whole yet not wholly a part An accomplished failure on a quest to achieve simplicity of purpose To savor those moments of stray peace that ephemerally cross this path ...all the whilst searching for that bee loud glade*
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 6:16 AM UTC
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