Poetry

Free (#992)

Amid simple flutes and beating drums.
I feel my soul being set completely free.

Wait. What am I doing? Are those hums?
Amid simple flutes and beating drums.

I take the evening as the evening comes.
Beneath the moonlight and the oak tree.

Amid simple flutes and beating drums.
I feel my soul being set completely free.

Any Thoughts?

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