Ring . . . ring . . . ring.
The bell resonates at the frequency of my soul,
Somehow shaking loose
The tears I had managed to control.
Liberty, sweet liberty vibrates through the cold,
Melting and crumbling the walls that had tried to hold,
Emotions that trembled and then rolled
Down my cheek.
©2001 Bob Mason
Monday, September 13, 2010
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I didn't know you were a poet too....we should compare notes.
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