How beautiful is the freedom
That bears witness
To the utterance of a soul long suppressed.
Like the rain
that cooled the desert.
The bird that eluded
captivity.
How fresh is the air, breathed
After long years of captivity!
How invigorating is the elation,
After freedom from tyranny.
Like the calm,
that succeeds the storm.
The breeze that
solaced the land.
But for this
My heart would not sing
Nor my winters
Bloom like spring.
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