Freedom

we live many pale

moments and

few blazing, gold ones

 

freedom is seizing

grand moments

knowing they won’t stay

 

this moment, you say,

lips brushing my neck,

we will recall

 

where you are snow falls

and moments pass

three hours ahead

 

freedom is living

the moments we will

never possess

 

you are in the east

I am in the west

you blow smoke rings

 

through the phone

this moment

I can almost smell the smoke

 

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