Freedom LITANY

You are the wind and the sand,
the sky and the cloud.
You are the wings of the  butterfly
and the perfume of the lily.
You are the dandelions in the sun
and the music dancing on the piano.

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However, you are not  the canary in the cage,
the cactus in the flowerpot,
or the water in the cup.
And you are certainly not the the tungsten filament in the light bulb.
There is just no way you are the tungsten filament in the light bulb.

It is possible that you are the frogs frolicking in the rain,
maybe even the lion roaring on the steep cliff,
but you are not even close to being the shy maple leaves in the campus.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the old photos behind the photo frames,
nor the old songs recorded in the magnetic tapes.


It might interest you to know,
speaking of  the plentiful imagery of  the world,
that I am the air flowing out from the window.

I am happen to be rape flower  shaking in the wind,
the feathers looking forward to grow up of the wings,
and the young horse of dreaming about grassland.

I am also the  flying fish in the roaring sea
and the restless arrow  on the bow.
But don't worry, I am not the wind and the sand.
You are still the wind and the sand.
You are always be the wind and the sand,
not to mention the sky and-somehow-the cloud.