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Her power promised freedom
Freedom was her call.
So much magic in her waking
Up for taking was it all.
Right before her very eyes
Liberty called her near.
How simple
Is it dear
You needn’t even lift a finger.

 

© Nicoletta

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

 

Photo by Nicoletta 

Song: Linger-The Cranberries