a free spirit flies…
the light in her eyes never dies…
it comes from inside…
where the truth never lies…
she cannot be tried…
and found wanting…

the innocence there…
cannot be compared…
to the sins that she bares…
both equally…

down deep in her soul…
she releases control…
to that which she trusts…
completely…

a free spirit runs free…
there’s no other way it can be…
and no one can tame her
spontaneity…
her world is love…
caring and sharing… you see…
like the old days…
old ways…
and young hippies…
dancing gaily in the streets…
never a stranger she meets…

her friendship is true…
as she extends it to you…
and you… and you…
will you accept it…
or...
make her regret it…

©AthenaRose01/05/13

That's really good stuff!

Thank you, Alan... I'm pleased you like my work... and welcome to the writer's forum... I look forward to reading your work as well..

I love being a free spirit..It is the best..

Yes it is...

Poetry is like a song....

and I love to sing...
especially when I'm alone...

thanks for reading and commenting... KiK...