Guest guest Posted November 30, 2001 Report Share Posted November 30, 2001 Of Freedom Sage The free on earth builds of his strife A prison for his own duress, When he is freed from his own kin, Is slave to thought and love's caress. Youth In the forest dwells no freeman, Nor is there a humble slave. Honors are but false delusions, Like the froth upon the wave. Should the almond spray its blossoms On the turf around its feet, Never will it claim a lordship, Nor disdain the grass to greet. By Kahlil Gibran From The Procession Today the rain and wind is with us here in Toronto, Ontario but life goes on. Have a great day. In love and friendship, Harold http://gemsofthought.tripod.com/poetry/ --- Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free. Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com). Version: 6.0.303 / Virus Database: 164 - Release 24/11/01 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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