Tattered and Worn

Tattered and Worn.

The clothes that I am wearing,
Are tattered, old and worn.
I’m beyond even caring
As I walk around at dawn
Since in my freedom moment
No one is there to see
At peace is how I dreamt
And wanting to be free.

My freedom is just a minute,
To myself and seems shortlived
Time to gather thoughts
Is what I wanted and believed.

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India Blue is a creative person, who enjoys writing, photography and artwork in this blog. All creative content unless credited elsewhere within is that of the Author and remains the copyright of IndiaBlue.co.uk

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