Tag: Freedom
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The Phoenix Rises
From the crackling through the flame, lifts the firebird with no name; shrieks and whistles, caws and echoes, shadows, embers, dance untamed. Flight starts bulky, wings unfurl, fiery feathers flex and curl; dark smoke billows, volume high, then finally phoenix finds the sky.
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Head in the Clouds
To be a bird or a butterfly To soar, freely, up on high To see the view from in the clouds Freedom from the maddening crowds The blue, the grey, the white, the light The air, the breeze, the sounds, the sights Swirling, flying up above To be a kestrel, to be a dove To…
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The Wednesday Wordcloud: Hastily Cobbled Together
The bat and the ape fought tooth and claw Fancy footwork Made them both fly like flutterbys – Almost
The Mansionic Perspective 