Illusion 9-11-07
Cool autumn air and clear blue cloudless skiesturtle doves on rooftops
the feel of grass wet with dew
against slow walking bare feet
razor wire topped fences
backed by golden sunset
dark towers with armed guards
looming in the twilight
for a moment the illusion of freedom
was so strong.
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