Did you hear me calling your name?
through the whispering wind?
nestling in white webs
of flowing nets
of our memories...
Past our trials
to our new dreams
setting them free
opening that door
seeing the light
and saying "yes"....
Freedom shores are beckoning
Freedom shores are calling to us.
Written by Rhiannon (Barbara R.) Jan. 2007
Copyrights owned by Barbara R.
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