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  • Andre Lamartin

A Dream of Freedom

Only experience writes poetry today, recalling a life boldly lived yesterday. When songs of sorrow and words of joy, filled the silence left by tomorrow´s void. Dreams of a future bound never to arrive, hopes of a love still burning alive. Words in search of a welcoming home, in the heart of a woman, never a tome. When should a poet ever bury the past, when the present still seems forever to last? Can any words ever set his soul free, imprisoned in a poem he can no longer flee? A yesterday never taking its leave, a tomorrow he can no longer conceive, a present arriving only to stay, a Love even Time lacks the courage to slay… But no prison of words forever restrains, a man from his life taking over the reins. No dream of freedom is forever delayed, when Love remains eternally unafraid. A heart sewn by the stitches of the past, must answer questions never before asked. Traveling down roads that only belong, to the brave, the pious, the innocent, the strong. Looking at life not from the confines of gates, built by memories of betrayal binding fates. Breathing the fresh air of a new hope, admiring a silhouette as yet undisclosed, concealed by a future only released, by laying to rest memories already deceased. From a prison of words built with memories past, existential questions can't forever be asked. A peaceful tomorrow will finally arrive, as his beliefs against all dare survive. No dream of freedom defying time itself... can forever be imprisoned in everlasting Hell. A man always dreaming of divine redemption... never stops striving for heavenly ascension!

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