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What freedom is to me- not defying conventions, or flaunting opinions- but dancing on the moorlands under the light of the moon..
Rated: Fiction K - English - Fantasy - Words: 72 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 02-18-05 - id: 1837717
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Chasing elements dart on ahead
Blind excitement in my chest
My mind has fled I am ruled by the dead
Perfect harmony Creation is near
The sun has gone the moon is here
Movement under that canvass of night
I dance, I dance and carry the light
Ruled by nightshade, drained of woe
Turning singing knowing dreaming
Crying aloud my joy to know
I am not alone
They dance with me
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