Provisional Freedom

January 7, 2010
By , Peoria, AZ
I walk outside
Into a deep silence
Nothing to decide
No inner violence

The snow covers the ground
The air sticks cold
I'm the only one around
It never gets old

The music hits my ears
And I'm free…

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