21/365

Freedom
v.

Footsteps crunch.
Air cuts like knives as wheels
revert to stone.

Everything grinds.

Even the moon
is slow to rise.

Beneath us,
rivers wait
for Spring
and
freedom, always

freedom.

 

21/365

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