February 28, 2011
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I am a child of the revolution
Dancing naked through the air, piercing a crystal surface
Witnessing sunshine fade to brilliant colors, learning about the universe
Inhaling the crisp cold, knowing I am here and I am real
Freeing nature from an iron grasp, accepting what it is

I am a child of the revolution
I believe in freedom
I believe in beauty
I believe in truth
I believe in love

I am a child of the revolution
Money does not drive me
Drugs do not distort me
Power cannot corrupt me
Passion does not control me

I am a child of the revolution

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BohemianSpectacles said...
Jun. 22, 2011 at 3:26 pm

*whistles and claps* Brillaint work here, my friend. Something about this poem is just....right. It's rythmic and one of those poems you can repeat over in your head and just feel....powerful, I suppose.

Keep up the good work.

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