Sublime
Without dissolution
What is freedom?
The will to live
The struggle to survive
The night breaks
The sun shines
The tiger lurks
While its prey hides
A son born
While its mother dies
A world seen in silhouette
Through sulken eyes
Freedom is the grey line
That intersects life
And lifelessness apart
An indescribable indulgence
Backed by endless cries
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