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Trapped in their bubble we call planet Earth.
For what it’s worth, my brothers and sisters, I know your hurt my brothers and sisters.
If I could take it, the pain…
“I would take it”, said pain, “take it all away.”
But the vision is clear nobody misses, just fears…
What happiness could be a giant mystery.
It’s tragic, you see. There is hope, which is free. Then there is freedom in degrees…
What is freedom, you seek?
What is freedom to the free?
Love is freedom to be
Love is freedom to me.
Gabriel K. Jones 
Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
A amazing and wonderful poem by a talented writer.
Kind words from a kind soul.
You are welcome Gabriel. Good work need to be read.
The poem is so good and Happy New year day.
Many thanks, John.
You are welcome Gabriel.