In The Freeing Felt Done From Breezes

In the freeing felt done from breezes,
I walk with a feeling to please an appetite
To enjoy the air I breathe.
And aiding with deep breaths I take,
Is a welcomed spice of life.

I am glad I am no longer uptight,
About those assessments made
For my life I decide.

And glad I am to fly that kite.
With a riding on a bike,
All day and night
If I like.

In the freeing felt done from those breezes,
I am walking.
Carefree and talking
To the birds, bees and trees,
Welcoming me,
With a feeling that releases
A ceasing to anything,
That had come to disturb my peace.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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