In peaceful words she radiates silence,
as no sound interrupts her call.
She speaks her words in kindness,
as if speaking to worlds afar.
Blowing hair in the wind,
she picks flowers from the field
and so beautiful her voice is
as she calls me down.
Her laugh is poetic
her voice like birds free
her name doesn't suit her
her name should Freedom.
No one speaks as she does
and peace is always the response,
because calmness is contagious
and she's spreading it from her heart.
Bringing joy to the joyless,
serving to those with out homes.
I sometimes wonder if she's an angel
disguised in human cloths.
She's a friend and a comrade.
An artist and piece of art.
She's everything and nothing
she's the idea of the heart.
Author notes
The girl I'm speaking if is nolonger in my life. We were close at summer camp years ago and between the two of us there was always a search because we wouldn't stay among the fighting and arguing and would go off on our own though we weren't aloud.
A contest entry
- Some Sweet Words... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
390 points, ended May 5, 2007, 12 entries
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welldone...
Indeed it is very beautiful and so heartfelt write..Thanks for participating in my contest... -
I don't feel the her name should be freedom. But who are you talking about? Do I know her? Its really good I just don't like that line
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