Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

Freedom

The morning breeze, that fresh early air
Taken in, without fear, without despair
That single chime, of that silver bell
Ringing loudly, for all is good yes, all is well

The bloody victory, the horrid loss
A tribute, a sacrifice, a crisis to cross
Through sword, through pen
Its virtue shall be sought, again and again

For it is priceless so priceless
To that, I'll say amen

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