Freedom can provide us with opportunities to observe nature,
Freedom is intermittent,
Like rain, it may start in a torrent,
Or leave as a mist,
It can come and go in gusts,
Or hover in the clouds indefinitely,
The drought is wicked,
Floods can be worse,
Then we gather our senses
Had to finish these twitter poems. I’m thinking of writing other works, if I get some free time!
Freedom, to me depends on mood and situation more than anything. If anxiety or suffering creeps in, parts of freedom, or some perception/visions of freedom can fade.