Freedom days

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by Pirate Hippie, Aug 18, 2005.

  1. Pirate Hippie

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    The golden days,
    when all seemed ablaze

    Silver drops, wet from the sprays.
    Gilded sun pushing it’s warm blanket down.

    Jumping off stones,
    into the water spread below.

    Only the best of friends,
    without the slightest cares.

    Swimming through the murk,
    in nothing but our underwears.

    Natty hair flies through the air,
    nothing can touch the freedom of these affairs.

    Peace & Love


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