Song of the Free Man

The bottom of the clouds scrapes the top of the fog
Rolling waves lap at the rocky shore
White swans swim by the driftwood log
While people sleep and people snore
The insomniac that sleeps no more
Watches all from throne of stone
Free from roof, walls and door
Free from the shackles of cellphone

T J Therien

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