Call me irreverent for I flout the rules
Running amock rebelling ...without a pause
Let it be known, I am not clay for a mould
I am like water, like the air that you breathe
Life itself ...A soul that will not be tamed
A wild spirit...absolute and free
My eyes are on that finishing line
These shackles will weaken, these ties won't last
I'll run the distance until I find release...
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I found myself getting lost in your words of freedom...a wild spirit absolutely free...shackles want bind and ties cant hold a spirit longing to be free...niaish for sharing this moment with me
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Thank you for entering my short poems contest. I really like this poem. I also consider myself to be somewhat of a rebel and this kind of describes me also.
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Very awesome!!!
I loved the last line!
These shackles will weaken, these ties won't last
I'll run the distance until I find release...
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love this poem short and tells the reader everything even tho it is only nine lines well done dear poet thanks for entering and good luck in my contest
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allow me to remove the shackles and ties that so bind your heart and soul Haitian! mwahhhhhhhhhhhhh
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Beautifully done - nothing can hold you back.
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